Chapter 16

Deana and Rebecca finally managed to sit up but didn’t leave Rebecca’s bed. “Baby, that was amazing,” Deana said. “If that’s what two days away gets me, I’m gonna do that more often.”

“You better not, but speaking of that,” Rebecca said. “What were you doing? Or should I ask how he was doing you, and where? Tell me?”

“You gonna be mad?”

“No, of course not,” Rebecca said. “We agreed, no jealousy. Although, it must have been a bunch based on your guilty face.”

“No, well, yes, a bunch, but not the face part.”

“Mm, a bunch, really,” Rebecca said. “How many is a bunch?”

“Let’s count, one, two, three..., five, yeah, I guess five.”

“Five!” Rebecca said.

Deana nodded. “Something like that.”

“You fucked so much you lost count?”

“No, it’s not like that,” Deana said. “I’m still trying to catch my breath and wrap my head around what you just did to me.”

Rebecca turned toward her. “Tell me! I want details.”

“You sure?” Deana asked. “I was a very naughty girl.”

“Damn right, I’m sure,” Rebecca said. “Did you do it on the table again?”

Deana nodded, and Rebecca held up a finger. “In your room?”

“Yup.” Deana’s cheeks warmed.

“That’s two. Where else? Tell me.”

“You wanna hear the part that might upset you or the part that will make you jump up and run around in circles, shouting obscenities?”

“Nothing is gonna upset me,” Rebecca said, “or make me jump and run anywhere right now.”

“We’ll see,” Deana said. “I took off my shorts outside on the porch steps.”

“Please, tell me you fucked outside?”

“No, but close.”

“Ah, keep going,” Rebecca said.

“In the kitchen, his room, my room, the shower, Gloria’s bed, Candy’s bed, and at the mall.”

“What the fuck!” Rebecca shouted. “You fucked six times in what ... thirty-six hours? Wait, did you say at the mall?”

“I thought you weren’t gonna get upset.”

Rebecca laughed. “Upset? No, but I love you more now than I did a minute ago. I have finally totally corrupted you. Tell me more?”

“More?”

“Yeah, there has to be more. None of that made me want to run, jump, or even yell, except maybe doing it in Candy’s bed. That’s hot.”

“Okay, hold onto your hat,” she said. “While I was on the phone with my mother, Evan fucked me. We were on the couch and—”

“You fucked on the expensive sofa we were never allowed to sit on?”

Deana nodded while heat rose to her face. “Evan was going down on me when the phone rang. He answered, handed it to me, and kept going. I tried to hold it together and talk to Candy, but he fucked me, and I moaned into the phone.”

“I’m running and screaming, fuck, fuck, fuck in my mind, I promise,” Rebecca said. “Now, let me guess what happened. Evan pulled out and blasted your face while you said something to Candy?”

She slapped Rebecca’s leg. “No. That would have been horrible. We came together with the phone to both of our ears.”

“I bet your mom knows what you were doing.”

“That wouldn’t surprise me,” Deana said. “I get the feeling she knows almost everything but doesn’t say anything.” She thought about the secret that not even her brother knew. What would Candy do if she found out? For the same reason Evan could never know, Deana would never let Candy find out. “Reb, I love you so much it hurts right here.” Deana laid a hand on her heart. “I can’t wait until we have shared everything.”

“Mm, me too, and I’m glad I won’t have to wait long.” Rebecca picked up her phone.

Candy looked back at Sally, standing just outside the office door, and waited, trying to read Sally’s expression. Her sister seemed apprehensive, vigilant, and weary, like a cop responding to a domestic violence call. “What’s wrong?” Candy asked.

“Ah, nothing,” Sally said. “I remember when John added this section to the house. Sandy was excited because Evan and Deana could have their own rooms.”

Candy nodded, remembering how Sally always talked about Sandra, calling her Sandy, always Sandy. Sally eased into the room, paused, glanced behind the door, and scanned the room. “The kids hated it at first and used to sneak back into each other’s beds,” Sally said.

They still do, Candy thought, just the way Bobby and Sally had. “What about Sandra?”

Sally shook her head. “She didn’t like it. Too secluded, and when he wasn’t here, she let Deana and Evan sleep with her.”

“I’m sorry,” Candy said. “I shouldn’t make you talk about her. I know how close you were.”

“We were ... I loved Sandy and never stopped missing her, like you, I always missed you.”