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to his pregnant ex just nine months into his and Donna’s marriage. And he had wanted her to trust him? Yeah, right.
She turned to face her sister and rasped, “You know about Bo?”
“More than you’d like me to, but not as much as I’d like to.”
Donna had been so careful too, keeping her dirty little secret, and with two psychic siblings and a close-knit family, it hadn’t been easy.
Until now she thought she had succeeded. The only reason keeping things under wraps had been doable at all was because she had gone upstate to college, wanting to get as far away from home as possible without leaving the state, to spread her wings. Next to her younger brother Nick, she’d always been the most rebellious non-conformist among her siblings, and it had always served her well.
Rebellious and non-conformist were one thing, but this scenario Angela seemed to be proposing was a little beyond anything Donna had ever considered.
She gazed across the backyard to where her two brothers, sister, and three in-laws were playing volleyball and zeroed in on the two men who had been dragged into their ranks and, for the moment, accepted.
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pursuing the game with gusto. She wasn’t surprised since both Chance and Russ looked athletic, like they each regularly engaged in sports or other types of physical activity.
Donna swallowed at the thought of what other physical activities they engaged in and whether or not they would be interested in engaging in them with her and together.
“Now you’re getting the idea,” Angela said.
Donna turned to her. “You can’t be serious!”
“Why can’t I?”
“Okay, what’s in those candles and potpourri you like burning? Or better yet, what have you done with my sister?”
Angela chuckled and squeezed Donna’s shoulder. “I’m not on anything, and I’m still your same bossy but lovable sister who wants to see you happy.”
“You sound like Angela, but when did you become a
polygamist?”
“I think polyamorist would be the more accurate term. And I’m just keeping a lookout for the souls you were meant to be with.”
“I understand that you’re real big on the soul mate thing, Sis, but I never thought I’d see the day you advocated anything but monogamy.”
Angela shrugged as if the situation confounded her as much as it confounded Donna.
How could she be so sure about something and doubtful about it at the same time?
“Because love isn’t all black or white but glorious shades of gray, Donna, and I can’t stand in the way of love.”
“Putting the cart before the horse, aren’t we? Or should I say horses?”
“More like stallions.”
Donna burst out laughing, couldn’t help herself, and covered her mouth as she glanced toward the volleyball court again.
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Freddie had abandoned the field to tend the grill, and Chance and Russ had followed to grab some eats.
Her stomach grumbled as the smell of char-grilled food wafted to her, and Donna remembered that she hadn’t eaten since lunch. The meal had been a hurried affair between rushing from Safe Haven to court, where she had gone to lend moral support to one of her clients who was getting an Order of Protection against her abusive husband.
The afternoon seemed so far away from this idyllic setting of good food, drinks, family, and friends that Donna tried to erase the distasteful memory from her mind and get back to the fantasy of two men catering to her every need, at least in bed. She wasn’t ready to think about anything beyond that—not with one man or two—just wanted, needed, bed-rattling, swinging-from-the-rafters, hot-and-sweaty, good sex, something she hadn’t had in a while. She hated to admit it, but she needed release, an escape from Safe Haven, and wasn’t that too ironic?
Angela rubbed and squeezed her
She turned to face her sister and rasped, “You know about Bo?”
“More than you’d like me to, but not as much as I’d like to.”
Donna had been so careful too, keeping her dirty little secret, and with two psychic siblings and a close-knit family, it hadn’t been easy.
Until now she thought she had succeeded. The only reason keeping things under wraps had been doable at all was because she had gone upstate to college, wanting to get as far away from home as possible without leaving the state, to spread her wings. Next to her younger brother Nick, she’d always been the most rebellious non-conformist among her siblings, and it had always served her well.
Rebellious and non-conformist were one thing, but this scenario Angela seemed to be proposing was a little beyond anything Donna had ever considered.
She gazed across the backyard to where her two brothers, sister, and three in-laws were playing volleyball and zeroed in on the two men who had been dragged into their ranks and, for the moment, accepted.
Each man looked as if he belonged, completely comfortable in his surroundings, falling into the good-humored mood of the group and 58
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pursuing the game with gusto. She wasn’t surprised since both Chance and Russ looked athletic, like they each regularly engaged in sports or other types of physical activity.
Donna swallowed at the thought of what other physical activities they engaged in and whether or not they would be interested in engaging in them with her and together.
“Now you’re getting the idea,” Angela said.
Donna turned to her. “You can’t be serious!”
“Why can’t I?”
“Okay, what’s in those candles and potpourri you like burning? Or better yet, what have you done with my sister?”
Angela chuckled and squeezed Donna’s shoulder. “I’m not on anything, and I’m still your same bossy but lovable sister who wants to see you happy.”
“You sound like Angela, but when did you become a
polygamist?”
“I think polyamorist would be the more accurate term. And I’m just keeping a lookout for the souls you were meant to be with.”
“I understand that you’re real big on the soul mate thing, Sis, but I never thought I’d see the day you advocated anything but monogamy.”
Angela shrugged as if the situation confounded her as much as it confounded Donna.
How could she be so sure about something and doubtful about it at the same time?
“Because love isn’t all black or white but glorious shades of gray, Donna, and I can’t stand in the way of love.”
“Putting the cart before the horse, aren’t we? Or should I say horses?”
“More like stallions.”
Donna burst out laughing, couldn’t help herself, and covered her mouth as she glanced toward the volleyball court again.
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Freddie had abandoned the field to tend the grill, and Chance and Russ had followed to grab some eats.
Her stomach grumbled as the smell of char-grilled food wafted to her, and Donna remembered that she hadn’t eaten since lunch. The meal had been a hurried affair between rushing from Safe Haven to court, where she had gone to lend moral support to one of her clients who was getting an Order of Protection against her abusive husband.
The afternoon seemed so far away from this idyllic setting of good food, drinks, family, and friends that Donna tried to erase the distasteful memory from her mind and get back to the fantasy of two men catering to her every need, at least in bed. She wasn’t ready to think about anything beyond that—not with one man or two—just wanted, needed, bed-rattling, swinging-from-the-rafters, hot-and-sweaty, good sex, something she hadn’t had in a while. She hated to admit it, but she needed release, an escape from Safe Haven, and wasn’t that too ironic?
Angela rubbed and squeezed her