"I miss you," I said. "It's nice to have another woman to talk to once in a while."
"Testosterone overload, hmmm?" She laughed. "We should have anticipated that might be a problem."
"It's not a problem," I protested. "It's just nice to have a female friend to giggle with and talk about stuff the guys aren't interested in. Like the colour of my toe nail polish."
"Who says I'm not interested in the colour of your toe nail polish?" Frost said as he stepped into the kitchen. He glanceddown at my bare toes, then up at my face before wiggling his eyebrows at me. "We could paint our toenails together."
"You're both missing the point," I said, assuming Sadie heard what he said through the phone. "I just mean women have a different perspective on things, that's all. Once in a while a girl likes to have some girl time."
"I mean, if Sadie wants to move in, I'm happy to watch." Frost grinned. "Or I could join in." He reached for a glass before holding it under the tap to fill it with water.
"Sadie isn't moving in," I said. "And if she was, I'm not interested in her like that. And vice versa. Sorry, you'll have to settle for watching me with the other guys instead."
"I'm down with that." He toasted me with his glass before gulping back the water.
"I thought you might be." I tossed my teaspoon in the dishwasher before taking a sip of coffee. "Anyway, where were we?"
"You were telling me you were missing me," she said. "I miss you too. It's nice to hear your voice. I'm happy that you're happy and I hope everything works out the way you want it to."
"Me too," I said. "I hope it’ll be safe for you to return some day. And that Darcy takes good care of you."
"They will," she assured me. "They know what's good for them. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go and shop for turtlenecks."
Once again, I laughed, then said my goodbyes and ended the call.
"You really do miss her, don't you?" Frost rested his hip against the island.
"It's not that you guys aren't enough," I said quickly.
"I get it," he said. "If there were six women and me in this house, I'd probably want a dude to talk to once in a while. Which gives me an idea. Do you trust me?"
I gave him the side eye but said, "Of course I do."
"Then let me arrange something. I promise you'll love it."
I didn't know what he had in mind, but he had me intrigued.
Chapter Twenty-One
Chelsea
I peeled backthe curtains and looked out as moving light framed the window.
The big gates at the front of the house stood open. A dark car slowly moved through, toward the house. A couple of moments later another followed.
We finished dinner and packed the dishes into the dishwasher. I was just about to settle down and watch TV with the guys.
Instead, a shiver of fear travelled up my spine.
Anyone showing up at this time of night couldn't be good.
I turned around. "Who—" I caught the look on Frost's face and stopped, my mouth still open. "What did you do?"
His grin widened. "You'll see."
Storm stepped over to drape an arm over my shoulders. "Don't worry, he had a good idea for once."
"Hey!" Frost protested. "I have lots of good ideas."
