Page 143 of It's About Time
Blair nods. “Yup. And having a vagina in the station makes me stick out like a sore thumb.”
Nora rolls her eyes before whispering, “No need to tell us all that you have a vagina, Blair. I think people can come to that conclusion on their own.”
Lennon sticks her tongue out at Nora. “Stop being a prude, Nora.”
“I’m not,” she admonishes.
Blair looks over at Lennon. “Come on, Len. You know Nora can sell books with sex in them but talking about anything related to it makes her cheeks turn pink.”
Lennon leans toward me. “She owns a bookstore in Garnet Valley that sells a ton of romance books, but hates talking about sex. The irony.”
As if the words flipped a switch, poor Nora’s cheeks light up bright red. “I hate you both.”
Elodie laughs. “And this is why I’m glad I have a brother, not a sister.”
I chuckle as well. “Well, thank you all for coming. I hope you find something else to do other than just Motorlux.”
Blair speaks up. “Oh, we have the whole week so we definitely have stuff to do, but I have to say, this is pretty badass too. It’s not every day you see a woman dominating in a man’s field, you know?”
“I bet you understand that more than anyone else, huh?”
She smirks. “Damn right.”
Elodie moves the stroller in front of her where my niece is snacking on cereal. “Okay, let’s keep moving so Dilynne can keep showing off her work.”
I bend down to say hi to Remy. “How are you doing, little one?” She garbles a few words around her food, which makes me smile.
“As long as she has snacks, she’ll be fine,” Elodie says to me with a wink and then directs her friends to follow in her direction.
“Yeah, we’re going to walk around too, but we’ll be back,” Laney says, stepping up to me again.
I pull her in for another hug. “I love you. Thank you for being here.”
“I told you, I wouldn’t have missed it.”
Fletcher takes her hand and then plants a kiss on my cheek. “So proud of you, Dil. Can’t wait for the awards and auction in the next few days.” I watch them walk away.
My brother steps up to me finally and lowers his voice. “Okay. Real talk. How are you feeling?”
My eyes drift to Elliot who’s talking to Rhonan over to the side of my booth. “Good, actually. I feel confident. I know there are a lot of really impressive restorations here, but I think my work speaks for itself.”
“Good.”
“I just…”
“What?” he asks, his face etched with concern.
“I feel like Elliot is hiding something from me.”
Henley darts his gaze over to Elliot and then back to me. “What do you mean?”
I recount what happened in the restaurant last night with Vinnie, and then how he sort of shut down on me. “He says that he doesn’t want to bother me with stuff while we’re here, but…”
“Then believe him,” my brother says, cutting me off.
“I do, but…”
“No, you’retryingto find a reason to doubt him, Dilynne. Elliot is smart, and he doesn’t want to pull your focus from this event. So believe him. He will tell you what’s going on when the time is right.”
