“Really. I’m sure. Go home and get some rest.”
“You still haven’t answered my question!” Katie yelled.
“For the love of -” Grace started. She turned. “They’re all yours. Good luck.”
We all waved at Grace and watched her waddle away.
“She’s so adorable,” Helen said wistfully.
Sterling held the door open for all of us. “Get inside, ladies. Let me call your husbands.”
“What about Maron?” Helen asked as she trudged in. “She doesn’t have one.”
“Yeah, cause he’s about to marry someone else,” Katie supplied.
Sterling sighed as he closed the door behind us.
Hank wasthe first to show up. When he came inside, I blinked at how big he was.
“Babe!” Helen cooed. She waggled her fingers at him.
“She’s drunk?” he echoed for the third time incredulously.
“Yep. One of the Comey sisters has a new formula for booze that affects the supes,” Sterling said.
“That could be a disaster,” Hank murmured as he eyed his wife.
Helen gave him a fierce grin. “Or so much fun,” she said.
Hank’s rumbling chuckle caught me off guard. He swooped down and scooped Helen off the couch. “Come on, you lush. It’s time to go.”
She swung her arms around his neck and planted a lingering kiss on his lips.
“Do you know how long this is going to last?” he asked Sterling.
“No idea.”
“Let’s go, Hank. I have plans for you.” Helen wore a lascivious smile.
Hank couldn’t get out the door fast enough.
Martin was next.Power trickled from him in waves. As soon as he walked in and saw his wife drooling on Sterling’s couch pillows, he burst into deep laughter.
“What the hell happened?”
Sterling, who by now seemed to be really tired of repeating himself, just said, “Comey sisters.”
Martin nodded and peeled his wife off the couch. He murmured a thank you to Sterling and gingerly cradled his wife in his arms as he made his way out the door.
And then it was just the two of us.
Unfortunately, the tequila was still buzzing around in my brain like a busy little bee.
“So,” he drawled and sat down across from me.
“So,” I echoed and gave him a hopeful smile.
“How’d you get here?”
