Page 84 of For the Record
Abi: Highly improbable. She’s probably still deciding what to wear.
Tauni: You’re already gonna be late, so don’t become entranced if she’s half dressed. Sex can wait.
Abi: Life is too short for all that. It’s my party Tauni.
Abi: Tess and I agree that if available, sex should rarely be put on hold.
Coy shook her head and laughed at that. Abi was something else.
Krystal: HAHAHAHA TESS AGREED
Krystal: Didn’t mean to scream that. All caps were on.
Abi: well as much as she can boneless and sweaty atm LOL
Coy threw her head back, roaring with laughter.
Sloane: So that’s why you haven’t shown yet. Gonna be late for your own engagement party. FML. I need to get laid.
Tauni: Saw Naz checking out your ass last weekend.
“Gross,” Coy muttered, knocking lightly on Sawyer’s bedroom before pushing it open, “Hello?” As she was pocketing her cell, she saw the latest DM.
Sloane: Hard pass, thanks.
Coy had to agree, if for nothing else then the fact that Sloane hated her right now and Naz was a close friend. If they hooked up, it’d throw a wedge between the three of them.
Hell, I sound like Tauni.Her friend had thought something similar when she walked in on Tess and Abi years ago.
“Sawyer, you okay?”
She found the woman in question sitting in front of the makeup vanity in the far corner of her bedroom. Wearing just a bra and underwear, Coy’s chest tightened momentarily as she thought of her lover stressing over all the scars she felt she had to cover. She was about to offer reassurance of how stunning she was when she heard Sloane’s voice coming from Sawyer’s phone.
And then Sawyerlaughed.
“Sweetheart?”
“McCoy.”
Sawyer spun around to face her, her phone flying out of her hands and skittering across the floor. Guilt had her not quite looking Coy in the eye. Rather, she kept glancing at her phone like she’d been caught watching porn.
“Erm … what, ah … what’re you doing? Is Sloane on the phone?”
“Sloane? No, why?”
Coy frowned, picking up Sawyer’s cell and holding it out to her. “Oh, I just thought I heard her.”
Still looking properly chastised, which was new for Sawyer, she closed her hand over the phone and somehow unlocked it in the process. An old YouTube video of Sloane and Coy racing down the trails began playing. By the look of it, the video was half over.
Sawyer snatched the phone away, a beautiful blush staining her bare throat and cheeks. Laughter racked Coy’s shoulders, earning a scowl from the older woman.
“If you’ll excuse me, I’ll finish getting dressed.”
“That’s what you’ve been doing all this time?” Coy gaped, warmth filling her chest. “How long have you been watchingSloane & McCoy?”
“I blame Bree.” Sawyer lifted her face in a haughty manner, tossing her phone on the bed and heading for the closet. “Long enough to watch all your cooking and drink videos. Tell me something: how long have you been flying off slopes at dizzying speeds?”
Coy grinned, giddy at the thought of Sawyer wasting an hour watching videos of her doing something she loved other than mechanic work. She closed the gap between them, wrapping her arms around Sawyer’s waist. She pressed a lingering kiss between her shoulder blades, nuzzling her nose against Sawyer’s soft, freshly showered skin. “You smell so good.”