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Did they have an after-sex glow? No, Abby was just imagining it. Not wanting to be a buzzkill, she said, “Sure.”
Blythe chuckled as her fingers flew over the screen of her phone.
“What are you up to?” Abby strained her neck to see what Blythe was doing.
Blythe turned the phone toward Abby.
Abby groaned when she saw the caption.
My librarian is a stand-up girl.
CHAPTER 23
Blythe stumbled into thedark house after another day of delivering people and goods. She longed for the time when she wouldn’t have to do it anymore. If her and Abby’s posts kept generating interest, it might be sooner than she hoped. Just this week, she’d had two brands reach out to her. While they weren’t big companies, it was a start.
The video of her and Abby in bed had generated a lot of interest. Abby’s rosy cheeks and satiated expression had lit up TikTok. It had been stitched so many times that Blythe had trouble keeping up with them.
She’d never admit it, but Dapper and her girlfriend had done a hilarious duet with the video. Dapper’s girlfriend had exaggerated Abby’s sexed-up look, while Dapper played the straight man. Unfortunately, Abby hadn’t found it quite so amusing. At first, the attention the video drew embarrassed Abby, especially considering most of the speculation was that they’d just had earth-shattering sex. They weren’t wrong. Butas the week progressed, Abby had relaxed and didn’t seem so bothered by the reactions.
Without turning on the lights, Blythe made her way across the living room. Where the hell was Ricki? It was almost ten, so surely, she wouldn’t still be at work.
“Ricki?” Blythe called out. When she got no answer, she yelled louder.
“Jesus. What are you hollering about?” Ricki’s voice came from upstairs.
“Are you in bed already?” Blythe called.
Despite being tired, Blythe mounted the stairs. She’d hardly seen Ricki all week, and when she did, Ricki was distant and preoccupied. When Blythe had made a derogatory comment about Ricki’s job, Ricki had snapped at her.
When she reached the top of the steps, she found Ricki lying in bed reading.
“What are you doing?” Blythe asked.
Ricki wiggled the book. “Playing pickleball.”
“Funny. It looks like you’re reading to me.”
“Then why did you ask?” Ricki picked the bookmark up off her chest and slid it into the book before setting it aside.
Blythe plopped onto the bed and sprawled out at the foot. “What are you reading?”
Ricki held up the book.
The Cider House Rules.
“Isn’t that an old one?” Blythe propped herself up on her elbow. “Hey, that’s from the library.”
“Your observational skills are uncanny.” Ricki’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
“With an entire room full of books, you get an old one from the library?”
“Abby recommended it.”
“Of course she did.” Blythe sighed. “You two and your books. You put me to sleep when you clamor on and on about them.”
“She is a librarian.”
While Blythe loved sparring with Ricki, this week, Ricki’s demeanor held more irritation. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Blythe snapped.
