Hattie:I love you too. Remember, this is just a moment for you. Are you going to seize it like you initially did? Or are you going to let Mr. Three Nipples get you down?
Maggie:Brody doesn’t have three nipples.
Hattie:Are you sure?
Maggie:As far as I know. I haven’t seen a third.
Hattie:Huh, I for sure thought you told me he had a third one and you touched it.
Maggie:That did not happen. Apparently, I only cuddle his dick. No touching of third nipples.
Hattie:**Taps chin** you know, maybe it was a dream.
Maggie:If you’re dreaming about Brody’s third nipple, you can have him, and I’ll take Hayes.
Hattie:Nice try. After last night, there is no way I’ll ever let this man go.
Maggie:Ugh, what did he do this time? Make you come for a whole hour straight? I would believe it if he did.
Hattie:Let’s just say, we did some things we’d never done before on a new swing he had installed in the house.
Maggie:**clenches thighs** You’re getting swing action and I’m unconsciously attempting to slip my face through a man’s peephole in his briefs while he’s sleeping. One of us is having the time of their lives and the other is slowly starting to lose it.
Hattie:I don’t know, the peephole thing sounds like fun. Maybe I’ll try it with Hayes tonight.
Maggie:If you do, I’ll need the details about what he thinks. If he likes it, please tell him it’s the Maggie special.
Hattie:I’ll be sure to give you credit.
Maggie:And if he really likes it, add a kiss to his tip and let him know that’s the Maggie special with an extra yummy yummy from me.
Hattie:Not going to say that. Nope. Never. But glad to see my bestie’s sense of humor is back.
Maggie:Maybe just a little. Thank you for being there for me.
Hattie:Always. I will always be there for you. Love you.
Maggie:Love you, too.
I take a deep breath, letting her wise words sink in.
It’s the pep talk I needed to get my head on straight and back into what I need to be focusing on. I got caught up in the non-romance that is Brody McFadden and had forgotten exactly what I should be doing—helping Haisley.
I open up my contacts and dial up Everly, who I know is already at her computer, taking care of the business while I’m here.
She answers on the first ring, because that’s how efficient she is.
“Hey, Maggie. How’s vacation? Because you know, you’re on vacation, right?”
I chuckle. “Yes, I know I’m on vacation. And it’s okay. A few hiccups, but I’m enjoying myself for the most part.” Yesterday, I filled Everly in on what’s been going on through a long-winded email, and her response was,you should be vacationing, but OH MY GOD!“I saw that you got my email.”
“Yes, and I have two things to say that. First, I’m disappointed in you for not taking the time off that you need. I just want you to know, there’s heavy, deep-rooted disappointment that I’m harboring right now for you.”
“Understood,” I say with a smile.
“Now, onto thing number two.” She pauses for a second. “Holy shit, oh my God, you’re part of the Hopper wedding. But not just part of it, you’re a bridesmaid, which means you have full access. Have you talked to Reginald yet? What about Regina? I heard she’s really the brain behind the man at times. She might be the one to get close to. But Hudson and Hardy are also very good to be in cahoots with.”
“Did you just say cahoots?” I laugh.