Page 52 of This Time Around
“Did I forget to mention that Memphis stops over for breakfast on Sundays?”
“Knock knock,” Maegan said, coming through the back door.
“Maegan and Elijah too,” I said.
“You failed to mention that, Milo,” Andy replied, sending Memphis into another laughing fit.
“What did we miss?” Elijah said, looking between Andy and me. “Should we leave?”
“Hell no,” Maegan said, pulling out a chair and plopping down. “There’s a story here, and I want to hear it.”
“Milo neglected to tell Andy that we come over for breakfast every Sunday morning.”
“And they come over to my place on Wednesdays for a French toast brunch,” Maegan said. “You’re more than welcome to join us.”
“I sense there’s more to the story, Freckles,” Elijah said, a wry grin spreading across his face.
“I saw Andy’s dick,” Memphis said then started laughing again.
“It’s a good damn thing I’m a confident man,” Andy said, pinning Memphis with a baleful look. To Maegan and Elijah he said, “I came down here buck-ass naked because I smelled biscuits. I was rubbing my eyes with one hand and—”
“I’m not sure we want to know,” Elijah said, holding up his hand to stop Andy.
“I was scratching my chest, not my balls,” Andy told Elijah.
“He’s talking about how hungry he was after going at it with Milo all night long,” Memphis said.
“I did not,” Andy replied. “I just said I was hungry after last night. I’ll have you know that Milo and I really—”
“I’ve lost my appetite,” Maegan said. “There are things a twin sister doesn’t need to know.”
“Listen here, Miss Yes! Yes! Yes, Elijah! At least the neighbors haven’t called the cops on us.”
“I was going to say that we kicked ass at bowling, but yeah, we had a really good night once we got home. Didn’t we, Peach?”
A little thrill snaked down my spine when I remembered the slight bruises on each butt cheek. Yeah, I checked as soon as I woke up. “You can say that again.” I winked suggestively at him, not caring who the fuck was watching.
“I love being the fifth wheel,” Memphis whined.
“Hey, there are plenty of nice guys around here,” I told him. “You just have a taste for tatted-up bad boys.”
“True.” Memphis smirked. “I try going out on dates with squeaky clean ones, but I like them edgy.”
“Wait,” Maegan said. “Did he just call you Peach? As in…”
“Yeah, he knows now.”
“Allof it?” she asked.
“Yeah, he vividly remembers the performance,” I told my wide-eyed sister.
“So does Pastor Ollie,” Andy said smugly.
“Who’s that?” Elijah asked.
“He’s the guy Peach gave a boner-inducing lap dance to the night we went to the club to celebrate his birthday. He also happens to be my NA sponsor.”
Maegan spat her coffee across the table.