Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“I agree,” Demián Garcia, my father, warmly reiterates, honey, pecan skinned face leaning over to also coo at D, inspiring the baby to instantly paw at his dark goatee. “Like a good meal, a good marriage is about balance.”
“You two should take notes,” Mom cheekily insists to me and Val. “That way we won’t have to repeat these life lessons later on.”
“Sí, because we all know how much you just hateeeee doing that,” my sister goads in return before leaning over to share a girlish giggle with Bunny.
It’s good that they’re friends.
That my sister finally has someone for her like I have Ace.
Although, I doubt her new boyfriend, Braxton November, gets his boxers up his ass every time they hang out alone unlike Woods does when it comes to Ace and I.
The young guy swears I harbor some sort of unspoken, unresolved feelings for his husband.
He can’t see how I could not.
How anyone could not.
And he can’t see that because of how in love with the man he is.
Poor kid is basically one good sac tug away from getting “Property of Nolan Forever” tattooed on his neck.
Or ass.
Or hell, both.
Honestly?
Yeah.
I’m a little jealous.
Not because I want either of them – not even a probable cause amount – but because they get to have each other.
They ultimately didn’t let their age differences divide them.
Or societal restraints destroy them.
Or depravity laws – many of which are outdated, might I add – ruin them.
The essence of them.
However, please, let the record show that shit’s easier for them.
They don’t have partners at their firm like Cian McDermott who I already know wouldn’t bother hiding his hypocritical disgust. And it would be hypocritical considering the fact he’s sleeping with our significantly younger – yet totally legal – office assistant.
And they don’t have clients like Elanor Bogosian who would immediately stop being their client, and stop recommending them clients, and stop inviting them to places where they can get more wealthy clients once the aforementioned Mayor of Prudeville got any inkling about the less traditional choices they make in their personal life.
I do.
I have all that shit.
You can find it in the rider of the invisible contract you sign when becoming a high-price, high power attorney.
Cheers.
All of a sudden, the doorbell rings pulling everyone’s attention in that direction, prompting me and Val to declare in tandem, “I’ll get it!”
“Wow,” Dad mirthfully chuckles while reaching for his own tequila glass. “Where was this servico when you were niños pequeños?” He quirks a dark eyebrow as my sister beats me to retreating. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re both desperate for any excuse to leave this dinner conversation.”
“I’d put money on that,” Ace chortles beside me, broader frame reclining.
“Put me in for a pink slip,” echoes Woods from his other side, creamy vanilla shaded finger finding its way into the air.
“And the fate of my future Fiat,” Bunny cheekily adds, caramel mocha-colored frame summoning her husbands’ glares again.
“No Fiat,” they huff in unison.
“What’s that old saying?” taunts the long-legged female on a bite of her meal. “Happy Wife, Happy Life?”
“How about that old slogan, ‘Silly Rabbit, Tricks are for Kids’?” pokes my best friend.
“Kid loves my tricks,” she saucily winks causing their younger partner to blush and smirk.
See.
This is exactly why I should’ve answered the door.
I don’t have enough tequila in my glass to keep choking down their flirting, but can’t just pour myself a fourth refill without a valid excuse to get up for something else.
Mom’s counting.
I know she is.
I can see it in her eyes.
One more glass, and a mental health exam will begin because that’s what happens when you’re the only lawyer in a family of doctors.
“Isn’t it Trix?” I cheekily chime while combing my fingers through my salt and pepper beard. “Like with an X.”
“The things Rabbit does are definitely X rated,” Ace juvenilely jokes.
“How do you think we got D?” inserts Woods.
“I know how I get D,” their wife announces between bites.
“I know how to get D too,” Mom suggestively winks only to receive a deep, disapproving groan from me.
Forfuckssake.
How is it my parents have a more fulfilling sex life than I do?
“Zero!!!” excitedly exclaims Val, warranting the collective group’s gaze once more. “We weren’t expecting you to join us for dinner!”
Um…I wasn’t expecting him at all.
In fact, nowadays, I can’t even expect him when I used to be able to expect him for poker at my place.
We aren’t exactly on the best of terms.
Which is probably my fault.
Like an easy case for the prosecution to prove level of my fault.
I mean coke in my hand, on my nose and the hooker’s bare ass level of easy to indite.
“Familia!” he lively greets in return without stepping foot across the threshold. “Always so Gram ready.”
“Is that a compliment?” Mom curiously croaks. “It feels like a compliment.”