pretty amazing to me, right?”
She groaned and slapped me on the chest. “Yes, now stop talking about it.”
“Tired?” I asked.
She hummed. “Beyond.”
“You do realize it’s only nine-thirty, right?” We were dangerously close to going to bed too early and waking up at the butt-crack of dawn.
She lifted her finger in the air and twirled it around. “Nap and then round two,” she muttered sleepily.
“Now, that is a plan I like.”
She laid her hand on my chest and sighed. “Good. If you didn’t and insisted on round two now, then you would be into necrophilia because my ass is passing out.”
I chuckled and settled into the bed. “I’ll take you however I can have you, Indiana, but I can wait until you’re awake.”
“Such a good man,” she mumbled.
Her breathing evened out, and she was asleep.
She hadn’t been kidding when she said she was exhausted.
The events of the day replayed in my head.
Yeah, that sure as hell was an exhausting day. I closed my eyes, and for the first time in days, I fell asleep instantly.
I needed Indiana in my arms to find this peace, and I wasn’t going to let her go.
*
Chapter Fifteen
Indiana
“Please tell me that is French toast I am smelling and not a scented candle.” Meg walked into the kitchen, smothering a yawn with her hand, one eye closed.
I flipped the last piece onto the plate and set it on the counter. “Uh, it’s French toast, but now I need to know where you get your candles from because I need a French toast candle in my life.”
Meg reached into the cabinet and grabbed a mug. “Stick with me, honey. I have a daughter-in-law, but she’s too busy jet-setting around the world with my son. You can be my stand-in when she’s busy. We’ll hit the candle sales and clean them out.”
“Whose hitting candle sales?” Cyn walked into the kitchen, wearing a long electric blue robe and bright yellow slippers on her feet.
“How many canaries did you kill to get the feathers on your feet?” Meg asked.
Cyn flipped her off and grabbed the mug from her hand. “You bought them for me for my birthday.”
Meg cringed. “Jesus. I must have been drunk and online shopping.”
Cyn grabbed the coffee pot and filled her mug. “More than likely.” She stepped toward the platter of French toast. “I’ll have seventeen of those.”
Meg cackled and grabbed another mug. “You looking to back that ass of yours up like a dump truck?”
Cyn leaned against the counter and held her mug to her lips. “Do you hear the way she talks to me? At one point, we were going to run off and live in a donut house so we could live in peace with our dump truck asses.”
“Uh…ph…huh?” They had lost me at donut houses.
Meg bumped Cyn out of the way and grabbed the coffee pot. “Have you seen Indiana’s ass? She doesn’t have anything to worry about. She could back that ass up and down the narrowest of alleys, no problem.”
I opened my mouth but closed it. I had no idea what to say to that.
Cyn sipped her coffee and smiled. “That’s why we’re opening Pole Cats so we can have svelte dump truck asses like hers.”
“Svelte and dump truck asses cannot exist in the same sentence.” Meg reached into the fridge and pulled out the creamer. “And I thought we were calling it Pole Stars. Like Porn Stars but classier.”
Cyn pointed at Meg. “Have you seen some of the porns these days? They make some pretty classy ones. Meant for the ladies.” Cyn wiggled her eyebrows.
“No. I’m gonna need more details.” Meg made a grabby motion with her hand. “Give me the details.”
Cyn pulled out her phone. “Hold on.”
I slapped my hand over my eyes. “Hold on!”
“What?” Meg and Cyn squawked.
“Please do not watch porn while I’m cooking breakfast,” I gasped. This was the craziness I had heard about. One minute, you’re standing there talking about French toast candles, and then you’re watching classy porn over morning coffee. “Just, ah, let me grab a plate, and I’ll leave you to it.”
All of the stories I had heard about Meg and Cyn were absolutely true.
They stared at me like I was crazy.
Cyn tipped her head to the side. “Does she really think I was just gonna press play on some porn while we drank coffee and ate French toast?”
Meg grabbed a piece of French toast and shoved half of it in her mouth. “Sure looks that way.”
Cyn held her fist out to Meg.