Love Her or Lose Her (Hot & Hammered #2) - Tessa Bailey Page 0,16
raw quality of Dominic’s voice as he said those words. Could still see the plea in his deep green eyes. God, she couldn’t remember the last time he’d looked at her like that. Like the fate of his universe hung on what she said next.
“Does that sound good to you, Rosie?” Georgie asked, breaking into Rosie’s thoughts.
“Oh. Um, yes. Sounds perfect.”
“Really?” The birthday party clown turned entertainment company mogul wiggled her eyebrows at Rosie. “Because I just asked if you’d have a three-way with me and Travis.”
Rosie almost dropped the plate in her hands. “What?”
Georgie burst out laughing.
“All right, you lunatic.” Bethany hip-bumped her younger sister while battling a smile. “Stop teasing Rosie or she won’t spill the goods about what happened on the porch.”
“Ah, I was only kidding. Travis is all mine.” Georgie chef-kissed her fingers. “Not that I wouldn’t be honored to tap that, Rosie—”
“Jesus.” Bethany laughed. “You’re sexually liberated now, Georgie. We get it.”
“I prefer the term ‘bonkified.’”
Rosie snorted into the back of her wrist, grateful she’d come to stay with Bethany rather than check into the local motel. The banter between the sisters was a nice distraction from the sudden upheaval of her life. And when Georgie went home to her fiancé, the companionable silence she shared with Bethany was nice, too. Rosie didn’t want that silence tonight, however. She wanted to be distracted.
“Have you ever . . .” Rosie pursed her lips at Bethany. “Had a three-way?”
“Rosie Vega, as I live and breathe. The nerve it takes to ask me such a thing.” Bethany swiped some cookie crumbs into her hand and brushed them into the garbage can. “Of course I have. You have to kiss a few frogs to find Prince Charming. Might as well test them dicks out two at a time.”
“Oh my God. My ears.” Georgie snatched her car keys off the kitchen island. “That’s my cue to head home.”
Bethany leaned a hip against the sink, waving a paper towel at her sister’s retreating back. “Look at that. And here Georgie thought she was bonkified.”
“No one likes a one-upper!” Georgie called on her way out the door.
When only the two of them remained in the kitchen, Bethany and Rosie cleaned in silence for a few minutes, washing the larger serving trays and setting them out to dry, sweeping up chip particles and napkins. Rosie could feel Bethany’s gaze stray to her several times and knew her friend would probably let her escape without giving the details of what went down with Dominic. But Rosie had been bottling up the problems with her marriage for so long, she couldn’t do it any longer. And hell, now things with her husband were up in the air—and she didn’t have a clue what to do about it.
Rosie set aside the broom. “He wants another chance.”
Bethany dove across the kitchen island and propped her chin in her hands. “Oh my God. Tell me everything.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying this.”
“It’s not enjoyment, so much as I’m utterly fascinated by relationships and how they work. You know, since I can’t keep one going to save my life.”
“You will.” Rosie gave her friend a look until that sunk in. “He asked me to come home. I said no. I think.” She winced. “I think I said no?”
“I understand. His sex-death-ray eyes wiped your memory clean.”
Rosie’s laughter was pained. “You saw that, right?”
Bethany straightened and crossed herself. “Woman, we all saw it.” She slumped back onto the island. “The chemistry is clearly still alive and kicking—that’s for damn sure.”
“Yes. But like I told you, everything else is . . .” Rosie made the sound of a cartoon piano falling and crashing on the sidewalk. “It’s supposed to be over. I’ve even dropped a few lines with people at work about available apartments in town. And now . . .”
“And now?”
“Now Dominic is asking for another chance. I’m supposed to have a good hard think about what he needs to do to earn one.”
Bethany rolled her lips inward. “Do you want to give him another chance?”
A line formed between Rosie’s brows as she thought back over the past five years since he’d been home for good. Moving around her own house like a ghost, trying to lure Dominic into conversation and failing. Wanting more professionally—personally, too—and not knowing him well enough anymore to broach the subject. She definitely could have tried harder. The more time that passed, the easier it had been to let sleeping dogs lie. Focus on the daily grind