Page 104 of Other Woman Drama


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My little frugal Silver.

An idea formed in my head for while she was gone. One that included sending her car to the junk yard and finding her something newer, safer, and less always fucking broken.

“Okay,” she said as she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her face to my sternum. “Hawaii, here the old ladies of Truth Tellers come.”

“Fuck,” I said, really liking the sound of that.

She pulled back with a grin, then proceeded to take a shower while I watched.

She looked so goddamn beautiful while she did it that I fell way behind.

I was just picking up the soap when she said, “I need to talk to Audric about where the beach house is. Then I need to make plans.”

She walked out of the shower and reached for a towel.

I let her go, liking that she was doing something just for her.

She deserved it.

After the life she lived, she deserved a break in one of the most beautiful places on Earth.

One day, when we were old, and had been married for twenty years, I wanted her to look back on the time that she’d spent at my side and realize that her life was easy and had been from the day she agreed to marry me.

But that was a pipe dream.

Being a Truth Teller meant mayhem would always be in our future.

Twenty-Four

When you go to someone’s social media and you see that they have fake boobs, do you also go through all their old photos to see when they got their fake boobs?

—Silver to Webber

WEBBER

Give me a kiss, Piers.

I’ll give you anything you want.

I hadn’t kissed my woman in four days, and I missed her so much it was hard to breathe.

Though that breathing thing might have a little bit to do with it being a hundred and ten in the middle of August in Texas.

Working outside wasn’t for the weak, and I’d been doing it so long that one would think I should be used to it by now.

It didn’t make it better that I had a pair of coveralls over my jeans, tied at the waist, with a black wifebeater hugging close to my chest.

Tight meant no air flow.

I was on bottle of water number eleven and would probably go through fifteen before I left for the house.

Apollo calling gave me a much-needed excuse to head into my office and enjoy the air conditioner for a few minutes while he gave me an update.

“Webber,” he said the moment I answered. “I have a lot of info for you. You have time?”

“Yep,” I answered. “What’s up?”

“One, your wife and all the old ladies are good. I checked on them through Audric’s security cameras a few minutes ago. They’re on the back porch discussing the merits of getting married on the beach for a destination wedding.” He started right in. “Two, they’ve spent a lot of money. They’ve dipped into the cash you had me put into their accounts from the club fund. Though, they didn’t realize it was put in there. All of them would be overdrawn except for Searcy had I not added it in.”