Page 10 of Payoff Pitch

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Page 10 of Payoff Pitch

I roll my eyes. “Your waterbed has already gotten plenty ofaction in just a few weeks. The splashing noises from your room are making me have to pee every five minutes.”

She winks. “Those splashing sounds aren’t the bed.”

I scrunch my face. “Ugh. You’re gross. I truly don’t know how you sleep with so many strangers.”

She scoffs. “You’re so uptight. You gotta live a little. Remember, life is like a pussy. Sometimes it’s tight and restrictive, and other times it’s loose and accommodating. Regardless, it’s always there waiting to be explored and experienced.”

Ripley bursts out laughing. I can’t help but smile and shake my head at my ridiculous sister. “Where do you come up with this shit?”

She grins. “It’s a common proverb.”

I let out a laugh. “Oh, yes, I think I read it in Bible class when we were kids.”

She gives me a knowing look. Our mother made us go to Bible class when we were in elementary school. Kam got kicked out almost immediately due to her foul mouth. At six. After a few months, our modeling schedule interfered and, fortunately, Bible class fizzled out.

Ripley turns to me. “What about Ezra? He seems into you. And he’s hot.”

I exhale a breath. “It’s true. He’s good-looking and so damn sweet. He’s made it clear to me that he’s interested, he just doesn’t stir anything in me that way. He’s a friend. I don’t see it ever being anything more.”

Ezra Decker is the star second baseman for the Cougars. He always asks me out, and I always say no, but we end up sitting together when we’re out in a group, and I enjoy his company as a friend.

Kam rolls her eyes. “Why don’t you fuck him and find out? You could certainly use a little sour cream in your burrito.”

Ripley giggles. “Kam, I’m constantly learning from you, master.”

Kam bows as she unwraps and then licks some kind of mini-ice cream cone. I look at it. “What’s that?”

“Just The Tip.”

“Huh?”

“It’s ice cream called Just The Tip. It’s a cone filled with ice cream, but it doesn’t go above the rim. Just the tip of the cone is filled, hence the name.”

I scrunch my face. “You’re fucking with me, right?”

She turns, walks out, and returns a minute later with a box that indeed reads Just The Tip.

Holding it out, she says, “See. Told ya so. Sometimes all you need is the tip.”

Ripley shakes her head. “Not me. I like it three scoops deep. At least.”

Kam nods. “I know. That’s why your vibrator is so damn long, Rip. It probably busts through your uterus.”

She narrows her eyes at Kam. “I won’t say this again. Stay away from my vibrator. It’s a hard boundary line that you’re clearly crossing. Why would you even want to go near another woman’s vibrator?”

Before Kam can answer, Arizona walks into the room. Even dressed down with her hair in a messy bun, she’s stunning. “Layton and the boys are heading over there now. Are you guys ready?”

Kam asks, “You gonna seal the deal with Layton tonight?”

My chin drops. “You’re still not sleeping with him?”

She nervously bites her lip and shakes her head.

Hmm. That’s odd. I wonder why.

We walkinto the bar and toward the booth permanently roped off for us. Well, it’s roped off for the guys, since they’re famous,but it’s become just as much ours in the short period of time we’ve lived here.

The patrons, who didn’t know us a few weeks ago, all cheer when we walk in. I do love how much the people in this city have become softball fans in such a short time.




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