feel like doing dishes when you’re three sheets to the wind?”
Petra bumped the drawer shut with her hip. “Nope.”
I sat down next to Fancy and grabbed a glass. I had been hoping Point would appear from somewhere, but I had no idea where he was.
I casually looked around hoping to figure out where he was..
Fancy took a sip of her wine and watched me.
“Uh, is something wrong?” I asked when I couldn’t ignore the fact she was still staring at me.
“You look exactly the same as you do on TV. How in the hell do you manage that? Dyno takes a picture of me, and it looks like I have two stomachs and seven chins.” She tsked and shook her head. “Bitch.”
I choked on my wine.
Kimber cackled with laughter. “Deedra obviously has natural beauty while you and I have to find our beauty in a bottle of foundation.” She pointed to her nose. “I take my makeup off and my nose is twice the size.”
Fancy slapped her hand on the counter. “Girl, I have learned to contour my seventy-eleven chins into oblivion.” Fancy brushed her fingers over her chin. “Now, I only have three,” she cackled.
“I have a ton of makeup on,” I blurted. “Like, I don’t look like this when I go to bed.” I didn’t need them to think I was some perfect girl who always looked good. “I’m really rather ugly.”
“Right,” Kimber drawled.
“No, seriously. I wake up looking like a swamp monster.” I pointed to my forehead. “I have about three layers of contour on my forehead; otherwise, it looks like I have three foreheads.”
Fancy leaned close. “You don’t have a big forehead.”
“And you don’t have eleventy chins,” I countered and pointed at Kimber. “And your nose is perfect.”
Petra raised her hand, but I cut her off.
“And your eyes are beautiful.”
Petra touched her eye. “What’s wrong with my eyes? I was going to say I don’t even wear makeup.”
Fancy and Kimber busted out laughing, and my cheeks heated. “Uh, there’s nothing wrong with them. I just figured you were going to complain about something that wasn’t true.” Open mouth, insert foot. “You’re beautiful,” I blurted. There wasn’t anything wrong with her eyes, swear.
“Who’s beautiful?” Queenie asked. She handed off Gunner to Sledge, who I had forgotten was even there.
Sledge held Gunner and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Kimber and Fancy called Deedra pretty, and then Deedra told Petra her eyes were beautiful.”
“Aw, that was nice, Deedra.” Queenie sat next to me and grabbed a glass. “I wish I had the energy to do more than get dressed in the morning.”
I leaned across the table and grabbed Petra’s hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it the way it came out.”
Petra smiled. “I know. I was just giving you shit.” She patted my hand. “You’ll have to get used to that around here. I had to, too.”
I sat back and sighed. That was a bullet dodged.
“Where are the rest of the guys?” Kimber asked. “They were all here before I fell asleep, and now, they’re gone.”
Sledge bounced Gunner in his arms. “Quinn and Dyno are still with the realtor guy. The other ones made the last run to the dump. They should be back soon.”
“How are they still with the realtor?” Kimber questioned. “You guys got home hours ago.”
Sledge shrugged. “Don’t know. I’m not here to question Quinn.”
Fancy rolled her eyes. “Well, I’m here to question Dyno. Let me call his ass and tell him he better be bringing pizza home for dinner.” Fancy pulled out her phone and pressed a few buttons. She put the phone to her ear and took a sip of her wine. “Bitch, you got the good shit.”
I clinked my glass against hers. “It’s middle of the road, but you don’t wake up with a hangover with this stuff. I’ve been drinking it for years.” More than a time or two I had managed to down a whole bottle in the night. Thankfully the next morning I hadn’t woken up to a killer hangover.
Queenie held up the bottle to Sledge. “Remember this because I won’t be able to.”
Sledge rolled his eyes and scoffed. “What? Am I your damn memory box or something? Write that shit down or take a picture.”
Queenie sighed but took out her phone. “I guess I don’t need you then.”
“Careful, woman,” Sledge warned.
I cleared my throat and dropped my eyes to the floor. “Yeah, or he’ll show you who’s boss during naptime.”
Queenie’s jaw dropped, and Sledge guffawed.
Kimber put her fingers