Fate Interrupted (12 page)

“So it wasn’t
true?”

She looked back
up. “No, it was true. We were
engaged,
until I found
out he had cheated on me.”

Dean’s brow
folded in disbelief. “When was this?”

“A
year ago.”

He snorted. “No
wonder you moved away.”

A tight lipped
smile cut across her face as she shifted in her chair.

Dean could tell
she was uncomfortable talking about it but his curiosity got the better of him.
“How long had you been…dating?”

She ran a finger
around the rim of her mug, reluctant to relive any of the past. “Almost twelve
years.” Her eyes jerked up to gauge his reaction.
“Since my
sophomore year in high school.”

Dean’s jaw
dangled in the air.
“Seriously?”

“Richie was a
junior when we met and, at the time, I thought he was the one but,” she trailed
off to inhale a deep breath, “I couldn’t have been more wrong about that.”

Dean shook his
head, not understanding how someone could ever cheat on a girl like her. She
had it all – the brains, the looks, the sense of humor, the cooking skills. It
was baffling to say the least. “How close were you to marrying this moron?”

“Three weeks.”

His eyes bulged
from their sockets, realizing how close he had come to never even meeting her.
“Who does that?”

“Right?”

“Well, thank God
for small miracles.”

Evy laughed
lightly. “Didn’t seem like a miracle at the time.”

An awkward
silence fell over them as Dean studied her through narrow eyes. “I should send
Richie
a thank you card.”

She laughed and
softened her eyes. “You’re sweet.”

He finished his
orange juice in one chug and set the glass back down, his piercing gaze bobbing
from her green eyes to the full breasts resting on the table. It took
everything Evy had to keep from pretending to drop a fork just to sneak a peek
under the table. She sent her foot in instead, running her toes up the inside
of his leg to find him already getting hard. A playful smile danced across her
cheeks.

He smiled back with
that sparkle in his eyes she had been searching for. Mission accomplished. Her
foot pressed against the erection trying to escape out the side of his boxer-briefs.
He reached beneath the table and massaged her leg as her foot worked him over.
He bent lower and ran his hand up her thigh, sending tingles shooting through
her body.

“Don’t bite off
more than you can chew.”

“Don’t worry, I
saved room,” he said, finding her soaking wet.

She closed her
eyes and clutched one of her breasts, a light whimper slipping from her lungs.

His fingers slipped
beneath her panties and traced her swollen lips before slipping inside. Her
foot rubbed harder and he thought he might explode.

A rap at the
door made him bump the table and knock over his empty juice glass. He righted
it as a frown took Evy’s face.

“Who the heck is
stopping by so early?” she mumbled, looking to the door.

“Ignore it,”
Dean replied, getting up and coming around the table, a circus tent in his
shorts. He spun her to the side of the chair and dropped between her legs,
sliding her panties to her ankles in the blink of an eye.

She ran her
fingers through his hair as he bent her knees back and took her into his mouth,
flicking his tongue against her clitoris. “Oh my God,” she moaned, spreading
wider for him.

Another knock at
the door, this one much louder, rattled the wall.

“Evy, it’s an
emergency!” Brooke yelled through the door.

Evy sighed, her
shoulders dropping.

Dean looked up
with a frown.

She pressed her
lips together and lowered her legs. “I should probably see what she wants.”

He pushed
himself up with a deflated sigh.

“You better
hide,” she said, squeezing his bulge and pulling her panties back up.

He watched her
butt wiggle as she scurried to the door.

“I know you’re in
there, I saw the peephole get darker,” Brooke said, looking into the peephole
with one large eyeball. “Come on, Evy! I’m on my way into work and I need your
keys. Ben took mine by accident and I can’t get a hold of him.”

Evy glanced back
at Dean who was already shutting the bathroom door behind him. She took a moment
to collect herself and opened the door a crack. Brooke barged in without
waiting for an invitation, her brow creasing. “Geez what took you so long? And
why is your face so red?”

Evy shut the
door before anyone could walk by and see her in her underwear.

Brooke stopped
and turned. “Were you masturbating?”

“I just woke up,”
Evy replied, smoothing her hair and then grabbing her spare keys from an old
desk drawer.

“Why are their
two cups of coffee on the table?”

Evy dangled the
keys in front of her.
“Because I’m thirsty.”

Brooke inhaled
sharply and covered her gaping mouth with a hand. “Oh my God, you had sex with Dean,
didn’t you?”

“No!”

“Yes, you did!”
she exclaimed, investigating the apartment for signs of fornication. “Evelyn
Burnett! It’s written all over your face!”

Evy stifled a laugh.

“You dirty
little whore! I thought I told you to always go to his place. What time did he
leave?”

“I don’t know
what you’re talking about,” Evy said, planting the keys in her sister’s hand.

Brooke’s face
grew somber. “Just tell me one thing. Does he have a big cock? I deserve to
know, Evy. I’m your sister.”

Evy laughed
sharply, her jaw dragging on the floor. “What is wrong with you?”

Brooke stepped
into Evy’s personal space, sharpening her gaze to a razor’s edge. “Is it bigger
than a French baguette?”

“You know what, Brooke?”
Evy said, going around her into the kitchen. “You need some
Orbitz
to clean up that mouth of yours up.”

Brooke followed.
“Did he go down on you?”

“We are not
having this conversation.”

“How many times
did he make you cum?”

Evy snatched up
her mug of Joe and wrinkled her nose.

Brooke stared
blankly at her. “It was multiple times, wasn’t it?”

Evy rolled her
eyes and took a drink while Brooke grabbed a waffle dog from a plate on the
stove.

“Was it bigger
than this?” She raised the waffle dog along with her eyebrows.

“Don’t you have
to open the store?”

“It can wait.” Brooke
bit down and started chewing. “So?”

“
So
, what?”

“So…did you blow
him?”

“Will you please
stop?”

Brooke tilted
her head. “Oh honey, please don’t tell me you let him cum in your face. That is
so degrading.”

Evy stared at
her in disgust, silence stretching across the room.

 
A light noise from the bathroom made Brooke’s
jaw come to a screeching halt. She swallowed hard and slowly turned to the bathroom.
“Oh my God,” she whispered dully. “He’s still here.”

“I told you to
stop talking like that.”

Brooke cringed
and quietly set the waffle dog back on the plate. “You should’ve told me,” she
hissed.

“I tried!”

“When?”

“When you
started talking,” Evy said, taking Brooke’s arm and ushering her to the front door.

Brooke glanced
over her shoulder, hoping for a sneak peek. Evy opened the door and Brooke
stopped and turned in the doorway.

“Do me a favor,”
she whispered, craning her neck to see around Evy. “Send me a picture of it. I swear
to God I won’t show it to anyone. I promise.”

Evy used the
door to nudge Brooke out into the hall.

“I have to know
what we’re dealing with here,” Brooke pleaded, fighting against the door. “Do
his balls hang low?”

Evy’s face
soured. “Goodbye, Brooke,” she groaned, pushing harder.

“Can
ya
tie
em
in a bow?” Brooke spit
out just before the door shut in her face.

A weary breath oozed
from Evy’s lips. She leaned her forehead against the cool wood, trying to
figure out how they
could possibly be related
. The
bathroom door cracked open behind her. She turned around and gasped.

Dean crossed his
arms and shook his head, his penis swinging in the air. “French baguette,” he
muttered under his breath, making Evy giggle.

Chapter
Seven

Six weeks later…

 
Evy flashed Dean a playful smile from the other
side of the pool. He beamed back, keeping Shaun
company
at the grill, the sunlight casting dreamy sparkles across the water’s surface,
adding to the magical moment of it all. Kids raced about the yard between them,
laughing and screaming but seeming a million miles away at the same time.

“I remember when
Shaun used to look at me like that.”

Evy jerked her
eyes back to Carrie and smiled.

A wistful breath
floated from Carrie’s lips as she leaned back in a cushioned patio chair, the
breeze running its fingers through her short blond locks. “Once you get married
and have kids those looks become rarer than Bigfoot sightings in a city park.”

Evy laughed. “
Awe
come on, I see the PDA with you two.”

“When?”

 
“How about last weekend at La
Fuente
?”

“He was drunk on
margaritas,” Carrie flatly replied, taking a sip of wine.

Evy slid her chair
closer. “So, tell me about Dean’s ex-girlfriends.”

Carrie swallowed
and started choking. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and filled
her lungs with air. “I can honestly say I have never met one of Dean’s
ex-girlfriends.”

“Seriously?”

Carrie cleared
her throat with a couple of coughs. “That’s how I know he really likes you. He
was always wary of commitment...until you came along anyway.”

Evy’s eyes slid
over to Dean. “You sure he’s not gay?”

Carrie busted up
laughing, nearly spilling her wine. She took a deep breath and dramatically sobered.
“Kimberly Ann!” she barked, scaring Evy half to death. “Let your sister play
with that. It’s Mindy’s birthday, not yours!”

Evy turned to
see a blond girl grudgingly hand a bedazzled pink microphone back to her shorter
sister. Mindy snatched it back, glaring up at Kim through triumphant eyes, and
started singing
Call Me Maybe
into
the microphone, which amplified her high-pitched vocals for all to hear as she
pranced about the yard. A steamy breath seeped from Carrie’s lips. “I’m going
to need more wine.” She looked over at Dean and lowered her voice. “So what’s
he like?”

Evy followed her
gaze, admiring the way Dean looked in his snug t-shirt and jeans. “Unlike
anyone I’ve ever met before.”

“That’s great,
honey, but I mean what’s he like…in the bedroom?”

Evy bit her
bottom lip to stop her face from turning bright red. It didn’t work. “He’s like
the Energizer Bunny.”

Carrie’s eyes
widened. She shook her head. “God, I envy you. Shaun used to be like that
before we got married. Now, he’s one and done, even when I’m wearing my naughty
negligee.”

“So you’re
saying don’t get married.”

“Not until
you’ve had your fair share of days when it hurts to walk.”

Evy wrinkled her
nose and laughed, her eyes uncontrollably finding their way back to Dean. She
wasn’t sure if it was him or the wine making her feel warm and fuzzy inside
but, either way, she loved it. Just like how she loved the way he ran his hand
through his slicked back hair when the wind messed it up, or the way he never
forgot she was there.

“Enjoy the
solitude while
ya
can still nab a quickie in the
bathroom without somebody pounding on the door because they have to go poop,”
Carrie said dully.

“Awe, but your
girls are so cute,” Evy countered, watching them spin with their arms out until
they were so dizzy they collapsed into the green grass.

“Do you want
kids?”

“I do.
Someday.”

Carrie smiled
warmly. “It really is something you can’t explain. You just have to learn to do
things quicker. Luckily, Shaun never had a problem with
that
.” They stared at each other for a moment and then cracked up
laughing.