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I agree, but as I said, it s none of my business. Maybe your dad just wants to
make an honest woman out of my mom.
Ugh. No offense, but I hate to think of my dad having sex.
And you think I like it? Erin s eyes were wide. My mom hadn t been with
a man in thirteen years. I assumed she didn t have a sex drive, and that was just
fine with me, she added with a rueful laugh.
I hope my mom doesn t get any big ideas about getting a man. I don t know
if I could handle that.
So you feel my pain.
Katie tossed her feet across Erin s lap and snuggled up to her. Imagine how
our parents feel about us. It must drive my dad crazy to think of my dirty hands
running all over your innocent body. She snuck her hands under Erin s sweater
and tried, unsuccessfully, to tickle her.
It creeps me out to think of your dad thinking about my body at all no
matter whose hands are on it. Let s change the subject, okay? I m beginning to
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feel nauseated.
Ooh, I know something that ll make you smile. Opening day! She jumped
off Erin s lap and started to do a happy dance. Her enthusiasm was contagious,
and Erin found herself clapping in time to Katie s gyrations.
Woo-hoo! Shake it, baby.
I ve been told that after six or seven beers I m quite a good dancer.
I m not in a hurry. Drink up.
Not me, Katie said, tugging on a lock of Erin s hair. You re the one who has
to be drunk.
Oh, that s different. I ve never done that, but I guess I could have six or seven
beers.
Katie stopped her dance and stared at Erin, mouth agape. You ve never been
drunk?
No. Never.
Katie sank onto the couch, moaning, I think my dad is right. My hands are
too dirty to touch a pristine little jewel like you.
Erin wrapped her arms around Katie s waist and tugged her onto her body.
They lay sprawled on the couch, nose to nose. Your dad didn t say that. Your
imagination did. Now you re having arguments with yourself.
Katie started to giggle and then laughed hard. I crack me up. I was really
insulted that my dad said that.
See? That s what happens when you have such negative thoughts in your
head.
Don t go all new age on me. I hate that worse than country music.
I m not going anywhere on you. I m just offering up an observation. She
struggled to sit up with Katie s dead weight on her. Grasping the back of the
sofa with both hands, Erin finally managed. I should probably get going before
I pull a muscle just trying to sit up.
I can t help it. When I look into your beautiful eyes, I grow weak. Katie
leaned heavily onto Erin s body.
You were pretty peppy when you were thinking about the Red Sox game.
Swooning dramatically, Katie dropped onto the other arm of the sofa. Thank
God you didn t know me ten years ago. I had a tiny studio apartment in the Back
Bay, and it looked like some total loser Red Sox geek lived there. My sister-in-
law took me in hand when I moved here and said I had to start looking like an
adult. I m such a nerd.
You re a Red Sox nerd. That s perfectly acceptable. Are you going to have a
tiny little TV in your office tomorrow?
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Looking stunned, Katie stared at Erin. I haven t told you about my tickets?
The most important material goods in my entire world and I haven t told you
about them?
You have tickets?
Yeah. We ve had them since just after I graduated from law school.
Season tickets?
Uh-huh. Matt Connolly s parents moved to California and Mr. Connolly
was going to sell them to the highest bidder, but we convinced him to let us buy
them.
Who s us?
Matt and his wife Mary, Tony Giarmo, Rick Matthews, and me. They re
awesome seats.
Wow, Erin said. Five tickets to every Boston game. That s awesome.
Five? We don t have five; we have four.
But you named five people.
Oh. Matt and Mary flip a coin to see who gets to go to opening day. This
year it s Mary.
They flip a coin? Erin asked, shocked.
We ve only got four. They pay for a quarter, so they get one.
Is this a not-so-subtle way of telling me I m not going to see you again until
October?
No, of course not. We split them four ways for all of the games except the
first, the last, and the playoffs. We have a whole system worked out so we each
get the same amount of weekends.
Does that mean you ll take me if I m good?
No, Katie purred, giving Erin a very sexy smile. I ll take you if you re bad.
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The next morning, safely back in Essex, Erin called her mother. Hi, Mom. I
wanted to call to see if you had a good weekend.
Hi, sweetheart. I called you before I went to bed, but you didn t answer.
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