see you again, Emma.”
“Miss Robicheaux, you have no idea how good it is to see you.” The girl lifted her eyebrows and gave the box of maxi
pads at her feet a pointed look.
Knowing how touchy this subject could be, but not wanting to overstep any boundaries
either, Colby turned to the row of options and selected her go-to brand of tampons.
Normally, hygiene products were a taboo subject that she went out of her way to avoid
around men. Whenever male visitors came over, she hid them deep in the back of her
cabinets. But this was not the time to be squeamish. All three of them knew how female
plumbing worked. And this situation was bigger than silly awkwardness.
She turned to find both of them studying her selection with fascination.
Maybe it wasn’t bigger.
Her eyes fell to the box in her hands, her fingers tightening around the cardboard.
Making a big deal about this would only embarrass Emma more, but suddenly, Colby was
eleven years old again.
She would never forget that cold January night. It was the stuff nightmares were made of—or at least,
the nightmares of lovesick adolescents. It was the night of Sherry’s ballet recital,
and they’d all been running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Knowing
that Jason was coming with them, Colby had made the last-minute decision to jump in
the shower, hoping a fresh shampoo of her hair would be just the thing to get him
to notice her.
He’d noticed her all right. In fact, he’d gotten two big eyefuls of her freshly scrubbed,
prepubescent naked backside. Fresh from the shower, she’d been ass in the air rummaging
through a cabinet for the very items in her hand when Jason opened the door. She’d
frozen in place, the box hit the floor with a resounding smack , and then…he’d laughed.
It was awesome .
“Gentle glide,” Emma read from the bright pink box. “That makes sense.”
Jason grabbed a box of it too, and added it to the mountain at his feet.
Colby smiled as he scratched his stubbled jawline and surveyed the products, clearly
out of his element. “Honestly, this stuff is more about personal preference than anything.
Emma, if I were you, I’d start with these Tween pads. They’re made for girls your
age.” She bent to pick up one of Jason’s boxes, along with a larger one beside it.
“And just in case, I’d get this variety pack, too.”
Emma nodded and Jason took the items gratefully. He topped it off by adding a bottle
of Midol to the items in his arms. All the man needed was a box of brownies and he’d
be a walking advertisement for Kotex.
Watching the two of them together, Colby thought back to the day she’d gotten her first period. It had been Mother’s Day, oddly enough, and in the middle of church.
When her mother discovered what had happened, she canceled her annual brunch, told
the boys to go do manly things, and took Colby and Sherry out for a woman’s day. She
turned a mortifying day into one that remained one of Colby’s most treasured memories.
And suddenly, that was what she wanted to do for Emma.
“You know,” she said carefully, unsure if she should intrude on their moment, “Wednesdays
are typically slower at the restaurant. I’m off today and was just on my way home
for an afternoon of vegging on the sofa, watching Food Network, and stuffing my face
full of chocolate.”
She wasn’t sure which made Emma’s eyes sparkle more—the proposed viewing schedule,
or the bars of chocolate in her hand.
Stifling a grin, she turned to address the girl’s handsome father. “I take it Emma
is out of school now?”
Jason nodded. “She got excused at recess after—” Emma’s lips pinched together and
he trailed off. “Ah, she’s off today for medical reasons.”
His daughter groaned and threw her head into her hands. Jason grimaced. It was obvious
the man was trying. Anyone could see that. But he was dealing with a hormonal preteen,
and
“Miss Robicheaux, you have no idea how good it is to see you.” The girl lifted her eyebrows and gave the box of maxi
pads at her feet a pointed look.
Knowing how touchy this subject could be, but not wanting to overstep any boundaries
either, Colby turned to the row of options and selected her go-to brand of tampons.
Normally, hygiene products were a taboo subject that she went out of her way to avoid
around men. Whenever male visitors came over, she hid them deep in the back of her
cabinets. But this was not the time to be squeamish. All three of them knew how female
plumbing worked. And this situation was bigger than silly awkwardness.
She turned to find both of them studying her selection with fascination.
Maybe it wasn’t bigger.
Her eyes fell to the box in her hands, her fingers tightening around the cardboard.
Making a big deal about this would only embarrass Emma more, but suddenly, Colby was
eleven years old again.
She would never forget that cold January night. It was the stuff nightmares were made of—or at least,
the nightmares of lovesick adolescents. It was the night of Sherry’s ballet recital,
and they’d all been running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Knowing
that Jason was coming with them, Colby had made the last-minute decision to jump in
the shower, hoping a fresh shampoo of her hair would be just the thing to get him
to notice her.
He’d noticed her all right. In fact, he’d gotten two big eyefuls of her freshly scrubbed,
prepubescent naked backside. Fresh from the shower, she’d been ass in the air rummaging
through a cabinet for the very items in her hand when Jason opened the door. She’d
frozen in place, the box hit the floor with a resounding smack , and then…he’d laughed.
It was awesome .
“Gentle glide,” Emma read from the bright pink box. “That makes sense.”
Jason grabbed a box of it too, and added it to the mountain at his feet.
Colby smiled as he scratched his stubbled jawline and surveyed the products, clearly
out of his element. “Honestly, this stuff is more about personal preference than anything.
Emma, if I were you, I’d start with these Tween pads. They’re made for girls your
age.” She bent to pick up one of Jason’s boxes, along with a larger one beside it.
“And just in case, I’d get this variety pack, too.”
Emma nodded and Jason took the items gratefully. He topped it off by adding a bottle
of Midol to the items in his arms. All the man needed was a box of brownies and he’d
be a walking advertisement for Kotex.
Watching the two of them together, Colby thought back to the day she’d gotten her first period. It had been Mother’s Day, oddly enough, and in the middle of church.
When her mother discovered what had happened, she canceled her annual brunch, told
the boys to go do manly things, and took Colby and Sherry out for a woman’s day. She
turned a mortifying day into one that remained one of Colby’s most treasured memories.
And suddenly, that was what she wanted to do for Emma.
“You know,” she said carefully, unsure if she should intrude on their moment, “Wednesdays
are typically slower at the restaurant. I’m off today and was just on my way home
for an afternoon of vegging on the sofa, watching Food Network, and stuffing my face
full of chocolate.”
She wasn’t sure which made Emma’s eyes sparkle more—the proposed viewing schedule,
or the bars of chocolate in her hand.
Stifling a grin, she turned to address the girl’s handsome father. “I take it Emma
is out of school now?”
Jason nodded. “She got excused at recess after—” Emma’s lips pinched together and
he trailed off. “Ah, she’s off today for medical reasons.”
His daughter groaned and threw her head into her hands. Jason grimaced. It was obvious
the man was trying. Anyone could see that. But he was dealing with a hormonal preteen,
and
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