Page 64 of Almost Not Quite Engaged

There’s a harsh metal knocking and then the sound of the door creaking. “What the fuck are you doing in here?”

I roll over. “You said I could visit whenever I wanted.” I sit up and my sister hands me two coffee cups and crawls into bed with me.

“Are you living here now?” She grabs her coffee back and sips her weird ass concoction and I love that mine is black and strong. My lei is peeking out from my bag.

“That’s pretty.”

“The parents should have taken us there long ago. The place is gorgeous.”

“St. Bart’s gorgeous?”

“Different but equally stunning. I don’t know where I live so I came here.” I sip my coffee.

She points to the camera bag. “What’s that?”

“I don’t know yet. It might be something. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”

“Fair.”

“Can I sleep here for a couple of nights?”

“Yes. But she is getting serviced later today.”

“What?”

“This guy we know who worked on her in South Carolina is coming up for the day to kind of give her a once over. He lives in Manhattan now, which is a story I want to hear.”

I smirk at my sister, “Ben thinks it’s routine maintenance. You’re going to sell her aren’t you?” She shrugs.

“It’s our whole driveway. And there’s no storage place close to park her. And we don’t camp.”

“But in the future, if you do camp, you’ll have to boondock.” Her laugh is bright and big and fills all the spaces in my soul that are starting to panic about what the hell I’m doing.

“You can stay. Shep will be here this afternoon.”

“Is this Shep attractive?”

“Aren’t you engaged?” We both laugh so hard my coffee sloshes over the side of the cup all over the sheets.

“You’re cleaning that.”

“We’ll see.”

Chapter 30

That’s Just Too Long

ZANE

Hong Kong

Hong Kong’s version of Denny’s

Katy Kat Kait Katy Harpy-

The flight sucked. The runny ass eggs at this breakfast are even worse. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to be charming and camera ready on runny scrambled eggs.

Hopefully your flight wasn’t quite as bumpy. I know I said I could sleep anywhere but that was fucking tough. I keep thinking about that spot on your inner thigh. I know I’m not supposed to but it just happened. Like yesterday, how is a man not supposed to think about your inner thighs? I’m asking. Feel free to get back to me in 4 to 6 weeks about shit that happened a month ago.