Only then did he take off.
Quickly.
“Baby?” Ren called, his hand coming to my jaw and tilting it up.
“We have plans Wednesday,” I declared. “I’m standing up with Tex while he marries Nancy, and then we’re going to Blanca’s for an after party.”
Ren did a slow blink at me before his head turned and he looked in the direction where Tex took off. Then he looked back at me.
“I’m gettin’ a feeling that, you in my life and not just my bed, my social calendar is gonna be busy,” he noted.
“You might want to buy a whole new calendar with lots of blank space,” I suggested and got a lip quirk and arm squeeze. Then I shared a colossal understatement. “The Rock Chicks like to party.”
“Right,” he mumbled, lips still quirking.
“So,” I started, “Would you like me to quit avoiding them and take you to my parents to introduce you?”
His brows shot up and he asked disbelievingly, “You doin’ that shit with sex hair?”
He had a point.
“Uh…” I mumbled, but did it beginning to laugh.
“No,” he answered and dipped his face to me. “Tame that mane, honey, and the answer changes to yes.”
Time for another trip to the bathroom.
I was about to tell Ren where I was going when Roxie, in a dress like mine but in teal, rushed up and stopped on a wobble.
“Did Uncle Tex ask you?” she queried excitedly.
“Yep,” I answered as Ren let me go, but tucked me into his side with his arm around me.
“Did you say yes?” she asked.
“Yep,” I answered.
“Did you have sex in the cloakroom?” she went on.
“Yep,” I answered, that word shaking with humor, and my body shook with it when I heard and felt Ren sigh.
She looked over her shoulder in the direction of where Hank was standing and talking to Tod and Stevie.
And she did this muttering, “That’s out.”
“Please, do not tell me where you and Hank have sex during this reception,” I begged.
She looked back at me. “You’re one of my closest friends. Friends talk sex. Everyone knows that.”
“And he’s my brother,” I reminded her.
“It’s not like you don’t know we do the deed,” Roxie returned.
“I do know that,” I retorted. “I just don’t want details. I’ve already had so many details, it’s a wonder I’m not in therapy.”
“Location isn’t a detail,” she shot back.
God!