Law Man

Chapter Fifteen He’s Six Foot Three and Never Misses a Workout

“Excellent,” I said, handing the receipt to my customer who just purchased our second highest end model, the Slumber Excelsior. “Delivery is scheduled between ten and twelve on Saturday. This is guaranteed and your delivery men will be…” I clicked the computer keyboard a couple of times, checking the monitor, then smiled back at my customer, “Luis and Paul.”

“You even know their names?” the customer asked.

“Sure,” I replied as, out of the corners of my eyes, I saw Roberta wandering our way. “Luis has been working with us for six years. Paul started two years ago.”

“This really is a family place,” the customer mumbled.

“Absolutely!” I declared brightly as Roberta got closer, the customer looked over his shoulder at her then back at me quickly.

“Um…can I ask…” he started, I leaned in, raising my eyebrows encouragingly. “What are you doing Saturday between ten and twelve?”

I leaned back and stared at him.

I hated when this happened and it happened a lot.

“Just that…” he grinned, “you might want to come over and have coffee. You know, make sure they get there all right.”

“I’ll be taking care of my two children,” I blurted a semi-lie, he blinked and Roberta audibly choked down a laugh. His eyes shot to my left hand then back to my face.

“Yes, she and her police detective boyfriend will be having coffee at that time,” Roberta chimed in, I turned wide eyes to her and she joined me at the counter. “He’s six foot three,” she added. “And never misses a workout,” she finished.

“Right,” he muttered.

“Um…” I mumbled. “Still, enjoy your mattresses and if you ever need anything else in the, uh…bedroom…” God! Ugh, I hated this. “Remember Pierson’s.”

I smiled gamely at him.

He nodded and took off just as the door opened and LaTanya of all people walked in, eyes on me but I didn’t have time for a surprise visit from LaTanya. I turned to Roberta.

“Bobbie, what on earth? Mitch isn’t my boyfriend!” I hissed.

“You’re sleeping in his bed,” Roberta pointed out and I lamented my sharing earlier that day about what had gone on the night before.

“But –”

“And Mitch is sleeping in his bed with you,” she went on.

Now I really lamented sharing my evening with Roberta but mostly I lamented how much I’d shared. However, what Mitch said about lying to my friends rankled so I shared. Now I was reminded why I didn’t.

“Mitch slept with you?” LaTanya cried loudly, my eyes darted toward Mr. Pierson’s office as I vowed never to share again.

“Yes –” I started to explain but could get no further.

“Oh my God!” LaTanya exclaimed.

“I know!” Roberta exclaimed right after her.

“Calm down!” I hissed, leaning forward to push LaTanya’s shoulder at the same time looking over mine toward Mr. Pierson’s office again. When I saw the coast was clear, I looked back at LaTanya. “It wasn’t that big of a deal. Billie was in it with us. She was scared and she wanted Mitch close.”

“Unh-hunh,” she nodded, crossing her arms on her chest, a huge white smile on her face.

“The whole situation is extreme,” I explained. “And Mitch is just being nice,” I lied because from what he said that morning (something I, fortunately, did not share with Roberta – I had told her about my evening, I had not told her about my morning), he wasn’t being nice. He was being something else entirely.

“Mitch is a nice guy,” LaTanya agreed. “So nice, he’d crawl into bed with a six year old…” she paused, leaned forward, her smile got even bigger, Delight shining through, “and you,” she went on. “Not that there’s anything weird about that.” She leaned back, shaking her head, her sparkling with Delight eyes going to Roberta. “No, nothin’ weird, seein’ as you two been dancin’ around each other for four years, you barely make eye contact with the guy then one night he fixes your faucet and bam!” Her arms suddenly uncrossed so her hands could clap loudly and I jumped. “You’re all but moved in with him.

Hmm, it appeared I hadn’t been as successful as I thought about hiding the fact I avoided Mitch.

“I’m not all but moved in with him,” I informed her. “My apartment was broken into and everything in it destroyed. We had nowhere else to go.”

“Um…my place?” Roberta chimed in. “Or Bray and Brent’s,” she continued. “LaTanya and Derek’s,” she went on. “Mr. and Mrs. Pierson’s,” she kept going. “Or a hotel. Denver does have hotels, you know.”

“I wasn’t thinking. I was tired and, Bobbie, you didn’t see it, it was really bad. The worst. Everything was destroyed and even my tampons were all over the bathroom. It was insane,” I told her, her face went soft, just like it had that morning (after she quit freaking out) and her hand came up to give my arm a reassuring squeeze.

“That’s true, but girlfriend, you listen to me,” LaTanya claimed my attention. “Mitch Lawson is not bein’ nice just because he’s nice. No man on this earth gets in bed with a woman and a kid just to be nice. You hear what I’m tellin’ you?”

I heard what she was telling me but I didn’t have to hear her. I’d heard Mitch that morning. In fact, I was pretty sure his words were etched on my brain.

I decided to change the subject and I did this by asking, “What are you doing here anyway?”

“I came to find out what’s goin’ on with you and Mitch seein’ as one day Bray tells me you’re makin’ Mitch your barbeque chicken pizza, which was news enough considering he’s been into you since you scraped off that jackass and he spent years lookin’ for an in that you didn’t give him. Then you disappear off radar and the next thing I know you’re drinkin’ wine at his place, he’s actin’ like you’re the finest piece of crystal in the whole wide world and he’d go direct into smackdown should anyone threaten to break you and I’m bringin’ over your shit to stay awhile. And since you ain’t answerin’ your phone, I had to haul my black ass all the way out here to get the scoop. But I’ll tell you what, I sure am glad I did. I can’t wait to tell Bray and Brent you slept in Mitch’s bed with Mitch.”

“No!” I cried, reaching out again to grab her arm as the phone rang. “Don’t tell Bray and Brent.”

“Are you high?” she asked, her eyebrows shooting to her hairline. “There is no way I’m not sharin’ this. This is huge. Half the single women in the Evergreen moved to the Evergreen because Mitch lives there, silly bitches, since he does not dip his toe in his home pool. Derek told me he has a strict rule, no Evergreen babes. He doesn’t need to be bumpin’ into old booty calls every time he goes to the gym. Now, he’s hooked up with you and you’re right across the breezeway. The whole Evergreen is gonna be all over this.”

I felt my heart slide into my throat and my lungs started burning as I heard Roberta say, “Pierson’s Mattress and Bed, how can I be of help?” Then she went on to say something that made my heart swell in my throat so it started choking me, “Well hey there, Mitch! How the heck are you?”

I turned woodenly to her to see she was staring at the counter and grinning ear to ear.

“Yeah, she’s right here and I gotta tell you, you called just in time. She just had another customer hit on her,” Roberta informed Mitch and my hand flew out to curl around the edge of the counter as I stared at her aghast. “Happens all the time,” Roberta shared. “See, he may come back, sometimes they do, and I hope you don’t mind but I fibbed a little, told the customer she was dating a police detective who never missed a workout. You don’t do you? Ever miss a workout?” she asked curiously, settling in with a hip to the counter like she was going to gab with Mitch all day and I heard LaTanya giggle. “Right, that’s what I thought,” Roberta muttered, her smile going broader but her eyes getting a little glazed then she snapped out of it and finished, “So anyway, if he comes back, I can tell him she’s on the phone with her man, is that cool with you?”

That was when I found my voice but just barely so it came out as a whisper when I demanded, “Bobbie, give me the phone.”

“Oh great, glad that’s cool with you,” Roberta said to Mitch.

Oh God!

“Bobbie,” I said louder. “Give me the phone.”

“What?” Roberta asked. “Sure. You too. Hope to see you later.” Pause then, “Bye Mitch.” Then her head came up, her shining eyes came to me and shared, “He never misses a workout just as is suspected.”

LaTanya hooted with laughter.

I snatched the phone out of Roberta’s hand, glared at her, pushed in front of her and gave both my friends my back as I put the phone to my ear.

“Mitch?”

“Hey sweetheart,” he said softly, I could hear laughter in his voice and I felt that familiar whoosh in my belly.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“It was, until your friend told me a customer hit on you. That happen a lot?”

“Um…”

“It happens a lot,” he muttered.

“Uh…”

He was back to sounding amused when he remarked, “Good to know your girl’s got your back.”

“Um…” I mumbled then pulled myself together and asked, “Why are you calling?”

“Wanted to give you a brief. Got the kids. We’re at the Station. They looked through some photos. The good news is, it isn’t the Russian mob. The bad news is, we have no clue who it is. Showed the kids some photos of your cousin’s known associates, nothin’ sparked. Bud’s workin’ with a sketch artist now.”

“Is Billie helping?” I asked.

“No, she had a rough night and followed that up with a rough morning. Showed her mug shots but that’s as far as I wanted to take it with her. Hank, a friend of mine, came in with his woman. Now Billie’s drawing in an interrogation room with Roxie.”

“Thanks, Mitch,” I said softly. “I think that was the right thing to do.”

“Yeah,” he replied just as softly then asked, “You’ll be home around seven?”

“Just after,” I answered.

“I’ll get the kids fed. You got a taste for something for dinner?”

“I’ll pick something up on the way home.”

“No, baby, I’ll cook. I need to run by the grocery store with the kids anyway. Could pick up anything you want.”

I wasn’t breathing nor was I listening. I was stuck on Mitch telling me he’d cook just like he told me he cooked for me once or twice (or more times) a week for the last ten years of my life.

And I liked the way it sounded.

“Mara?” he called and I shut my eyes tight then opened them.

“I’m here.”

“What do you want for dinner?”

“Really, uh…I’ll just pick something up.”

“We both gotta eat,” he told me.

“You can eat with the kids,” I told him.

“Billie’s decreed she wants fish sticks and Billy’s decreed he wants whatever Billie wants. I stopped eating fish sticks when I was eleven and finally convinced my Ma I hated ‘em. So, I’m not eatin’ with the kids, I’m eatin’ with you.”

“Mitch –” I started to protest, sounding exactly like I was about to protest.

“Mara, baby, quiet,” he said softly, my mouth closed partly because he called me baby but mostly because he said my name softly. When he got silence he went on. “How’s this? Tell me what you don’t like and I’ll cook whatever I want just as long as it isn’t something you don’t like.”

“Um…” I began then stopped.

“Not hard, baby,” he whispered.

“Uh…”

“You like chili?” he asked.

“Um…” I mumbled and he chuckled.

“Mara, sweetheart, do you like chili?”

“Yes,” I forced out.

“Then I’ll make chili and cornbread,” he decided and the instant he did I started to get hungry because that sounded really good. What sounded better was going to Mitch’s and eating dinner with him whether he cooked it or not.

“Mitch –” I murmured but stopped speaking and my back went straight when I heard a shouted, “There you fuckin’ are!”

I whipped around just as Roberta whispered, “What on earth?” and I saw my Mom and Aunt Lulamae bearing down on us.

I watched them charging through the sea of beds noting they hadn’t changed, not a bit, except for the fact that they’d aged thirty years in the thirteen that had passed. Both of their hair was dyed blonde. Mom’s a brassy, straw blonde with at least an inch of steel gray mixed with dark roots. Aunt Lulamae’s was a mixture of blonde and chunks of brunette. She called it streaked but she did it herself so it looked more like stripes. They were baring way too much cleavage considering not only their breasts but also their skin were sagging. Their skin was also leathery and overly tanned even though summer hadn’t quite started. They were also both wearing skintight everything: Mom, Capri pants and a scoop-necked t-shirt; Aunt Lulamae jeans and a flouncy blouse that was unbuttoned way too far down and the buttons that were done up were straining. They both had on too much makeup as in enough to cover the faces of the entire squad of Denver Broncos cheerleaders during games for at least half the season. And they were both teetering on high-heeled, platform stripper shoes.

Good God. There they were. At my work.

“You little bitch!” Aunt Lulamae shrieked when she got close.

I did nothing, said nothing, just stood there staring at them in horror mixed liberally with fear.

“Jesus, is that the Trailer Trash Twins?” Mitch asked in my ear.

“And who are you?” LaTanya asked the Trailer Trash Twins.

Aunt Lulamae shoved her hand, palm up, about half an inch from LaTanya’s face. LaTanya’s head jerked back about half a foot, her hands went direct to her hips and her brows snapped together.

Uh-oh.

“I’m talkin’ to you,” Aunt Lulamae snapped at me. “You hear me, you too big for your britches little bitch?”

I started to come unfrozen when Mitch said urgently in my ear, “Mara, listen to me –”

“Gotta go,” I muttered and put the phone in its cradle.

“Get yo’ hand outta my face,” LaTanya hissed.

“Kiss my white ass,” Aunt Lulamae shot back.

I could swear I heard LaTanya growl.

Uh-oh!

“Aunt Lulamae, Mom,” I said quietly, starting to move around the counter, “please, this isn’t –”

I stopped talking because Aunt Lulamae’s hand dropped and both she and Mom skewered me with a glare.

“What the fuck, Marabelle? What…the…fuck?” Mom asked, eyes following me as I got to them and positioned myself in between them, LaTanya and Roberta but I felt both my girls positioning themselves close to either side of my back.

As we all took our positions, I wondered what the fuck what?

Mom didn’t elucidate. She and Lulamae just kept glaring.

“This is your Mom?” Roberta whispered incredulously.

“’Course I’m her Mom,” Mom answered. “Shit, she’s the spittin’ image ‘a me.”

That was when I heard Roberta making a gurgling strangled noise at the same time I heard LaTanya make a strangled gurgling noise. Both Mom and Aunt Lulamae heard the noises, both their eyes narrowed and both their hands went to a hitched hip.

Oh boy!

“Listen,” I said quickly, “I know you want to talk to me but now is not a good time. I’m at work.” Then I said what I didn’t want to say at the same time I vowed that once they got gone, I’d buy a new phone. “I’ll give you my cell number. Call me tonight. We’ll arrange to meet and talk.”

“No, we’re gonna talk right here, right now, about my grandbabies,” Aunt Lulamae declared. “And we’re gonna do it here ‘cause you don’t got no stick up his ass po-lice detective here to get all…” she paused then considering she had about a quarter of the brain cells normal people have since she killed all the other ones, she went on unimaginatively, “stick up his ass po-lice detective on us.”

But it was with that, she made a mistake.

She’d insulted Mitch.

The Mitch who, just weeks ago, was my dream man from afar, smiling at me warmly even though he didn’t know me.

Then he was the Mitch who took care of my doohickey on the sink and even paid for it, no matter that it cost a few dollars, he did it. And then he was the Mitch who fed her grandkids Lola’s, which might have been the nicest meal they’d ever had in the nicest place they’d ever been. And that very night he was the Mitch who was going to feed them fish sticks. And he was the Mitch who held Billie close to him when she was scared and cared a great deal that Billy trusted him. And he was also the Mitch who handled me with care when my apartment had been torn apart, yes, exactly as LaTanya said, as if I was the finest piece of crystal in the whole wide world and he’d go direct into smackdown should anyone threaten to break me. And lastly, he was the Mitch who did hundreds more things to kick in for a woman and two kids he barely knew just because he was a good guy, a nice guy.

Okay, so, maybe it was in part to get in my pants but that, I figured, was a small part.

He was just a good, nice guy.

What he was not was a guy with a stick up his ass.

Therefore, as I felt my body freeze from head-to-toe, I also felt my lips move and they moved to whisper angrily, “Don’t talk about Mitch that way.”

“And don’t you tell your auntie how to talk,” Aunt Lulamae shot back then looked at Mom. “Always high and mighty, always –”

I interrupted her, still whispering but this time with a hiss giving words that had no sibilant edge a dangerous sibilant edge, “Don’t you ever talk about Mitch that way.”

“Uh-oh,” LaTanya muttered from behind me.

“Mara, honey –” Roberta started.

But Mom ignored them and leaned into me. “And don’t you tell your aunt how to talk.”

I leaned into her right back. “I haven’t seen you for thirteen years. Thirteen years. This is the first time I see you, you come into my place of business and you’re loud, rude, bossy and you insult my…my…” I lost it for a second then said, “My Mitch who’s a nice guy, a good guy and you don’t know him enough to insult him. You don’t say hello. You don’t ask how I am. You just be…” I lost it again then finished, “you.”

“Marabelle –” Mom began but I shook my head and raised my hand up in front of her face. Her eyes narrowed on it but I’d made my point, she shut up so I dropped it.

“Be who you are, say what you have to say, treat me like you always treat me but don’t you dare, don’t you dare insult Mitch,” I snapped.

That was when I heard Mr. Pierson say from behind me, “Mara, dear, Mitch is on the phone.”

I blinked and turned to look over my right shoulder, seeing LaTanya grinning like a lunatic and beyond her Mr. Pierson grinning like one too and holding out his cell phone.

I sucked in breath, turned my head back, blasted my Mom and Lulamae with the heat of my eyes which, unfortunately, didn’t incinerate them then I took the two steps I needed to take to get to Mr. Pierson. I lifted my hand and he put his phone in it.

I put it to my ear and whispered, “Mitch?”

“They insulted me?” he said back but he didn’t sound upset, he sounded like he was smiling.

He’d heard. How much, I had no idea but he knew the Trailer Trash Twins had insulted him – tall, beautiful Detective Mitch Lawson.

I didn’t reply. I was horrified, so much so I was immobile and speechless.

My silence lasted awhile as I ignored my Mom and Aunt Lulamae snapping at a murmuring Mr. Pierson, LaTanya and Roberta and Mitch called into the void, “Sweetheart?”

“How much did you hear?” I asked quietly.

“Place of business, rude, loud, they insulted your Mitch, I’m a good guy then all the rest.”

My Mitch.

I closed my eyes, dropped my head and went silent again.

Mitch again called into the void but he used a different endearment this time, “Honey?”

I still said nothing.

That was when he said, “Honest to God, do you think I care what the Trailer Trash Twins think about me?”

“I care,” I blurted and I didn’t know why I blurted it or why I cared except I did. Not about Mom and Aunt Lulamae’s opinion, just that I cared if anyone insulted Mitch.

Mitch didn’t know why either which was probably why he asked, “For fuck’s sake, why?”

Finally, I turned to see Roberta, LaTanya and Mr. Pierson in it with my Mom and Lulamae, faces were red (those would be Mom, Lulamae and Roberta), brows were furrowed (that would be Mr. Pierson) and hands were on hips with heads bobbing (that would be LaTanya) and I decided it was time to move on which meant wading back in.

“They’re still here and they’re into it with Mr. Pierson, Roberta and LaTanya. I should go do something,” I told him.

“You don’t need to do anything, baby. Bob is keeping them engaged while units make their way there. I’m having them picked up. I want them brought in and questioned about what happened at your apartment.”

I turned away from the kerfuffle and blinked at the carpet at my feet as I asked, “What?”

“I have a plan for the Trailer Trash Twins,” he informed me.

I blinked again and asked, “You do?”

“Yeah, baby, I do. You put the phone down on me, I called Bob. He already knew to expect this, I explained things and he’s instigating Operation Take out the Trash.”

I couldn’t help it, I giggled.

Then I whispered, “Operation Take out the Trash?”

He sounded like he was smiling again when he replied, “It’s not good but it’s all I got right now. We can come up with better names tonight.”

That actually sounded fun.

“And what’s your plan?” I asked.

“The first part is gettin’ them outta there, gettin’ them in here and makin’ sure they didn’t do that to your apartment. The rest, I’ll tell you tonight over chili.”

“Okay,” I said quietly, still liking the idea of having chili with Mitch at his place that night even if it meant talking about my aunt and mother.

“And another part of the first part is Bob takin’ care of this situation so you don’t have to. I’m guessin’ he’s waded in. You let him deal with it and you hang back.”

I looked back at the group and saw Mitch was right. Mr. Pierson had his arms straight out to his sides and he was herding a sniping Mom and Aunt Lulamae toward the door with Roberta and LaTanya at his back at the same time I was wondering when Mr. Pierson became “Bob” to Mitch.

I called him Mr. Pierson because he was my boss but he was also Mr. Pierson, a father figure, like your best friend’s Dad who you wished was your Dad. But Mitch was the kind of guy who held authority not just because of his job but because of how he generally was so I didn’t suspect many men were “Mr.” anything to him but he was Detective Lawson to them. And he was a guy and Mr. Pierson was a guy and that was just the way of the world.

It hit me that Mitch was Mitch to Mr. Pierson and Mr. Pierson was Bob to Mitch because they’d formed a bond in order to protect me like they were doing just then and that whoosh went through my belly yet again.

So I whispered, “Mitch,” and his name came out heavy with meaning.

Mitch heard it and understood it and I knew he did when he said softly but quickly, “Remember what I said last night about the way it’s gonna be?”

“Yes,” I said quietly.

“Well, that’s the way it’s gonna be. I’m keepin’ you safe. Bob is dealin’ with this. You do your job, you sell mattresses, you come home, we eat chili and I deal with shit that makes you unsafe. Whatever shit that is and however you’re unsafe. You with me?”

That was a good question.

Was I with Mitch?

“Baby, you with me?” he asked into my silence.

I stared unseeing at the action in front of me, considering this question that maybe I was giving more weight than he intended it to have and then my mouth made a decision before my mind caught up.

“I’m with you, Mitch,” I whispered and it was his turn to be silent.

From his silence, I knew that he knew the weight I’d given his question.

I held my breath.

Then he ordered gently, “Go and sell mattresses.”

I pulled in breath. Then I saw the police cruiser pull up to the front door. Then I saw my mother see it and then I heard her screech, “What the fuck? Not again!”

Mitch heard it too.

“Cruiser’s there,” he muttered.

“Marabelle!” Mom shouted as the cops folded out of the car. “You call that stick up his ass cop boyfriend ‘a yours off your aunt and me.”

I took my phone away from my ear, thanked God for the first time in my life there were no customers in the store and tried to be as well-mannered as I could be when I called back, “No! And especially no if you keep saying that about him!”

“Is there a problem here?” one of the newly arrived police officers asked and Mr. Pierson strode forward nodding.

“Jesus! Can’t I talk to my own daughter?” Mom shouted.

“Stick up my ass?” Mitch asked in my ear, again sounding like he was smiling.

I closed my eyes.

“Marabelle! Get over here and talk to these cops!” Aunt Lulamae demanded.

“Mara, sweetheart, you stay right where you are. Those officers have been briefed,” Mitch ordered.

“Right,” I whispered to Mitch.

“Marabelle!” Mom shrieked.

“You okay for me to let you go or do you need me to stay on the line until they’re gone?” Mitch asked in my ear.

I opened my eyes and watched both Mom and Aunt Lulamae snapping at the officers, Mr. Pierson, Roberta and LaTanya while somewhat resisting the officers instructions and therefore they pulled out their handcuffs.

So my answer was, no. No, I was not okay for him to let me go while watching my mother and aunt get handcuffed at the same time my boss and my two best friends watched it too.

“I’m fine,” I lied.

More silence then, “You want beer or wine with chili?”

I blinked at his question as Roberta and LaTanya smiled as the officers shoved my handcuffed mother and aunt toward the doors. This happened while Mr. Pierson stared at them like he’d been talked into going to an avant-garde play he did not get and didn’t much like and I asked distractedly, “What?”

“Beer or wine with chili?” Mitch repeated.

“Um…”

“Beer goes better, baby, but you want wine, I’ll get you wine. We drank all I had last night so you gotta tell me if you want more.”

“Beer’s fine,” I told him.

“You want me to get somethin’ for dessert?”

“Uh…”

The officers were opening the backdoors to their cruiser.

“Ice cream?”

“Um…”

The officers were shoving Mom and Aunt Lulamae in.

“A frozen apple pie?”

“Uh…”

The officers were closing the doors on Mom and Aunt Lulamae.

“The kids and me could swing by Tessa’s Bakery and get cupcakes.”

I’d had those cupcakes, more than once, therefore I stated instantly, “Cupcakes.”

“Right.” And in his tone was another smile.

The officers were climbing in the front of the cruiser.

Then he said, “Got Billie another teddy bear.”

The cruiser started to pull away as I asked, “Pardon?”

“Before I went to get them from school, swung by Target, got her another teddy bear.”

I moved to the counter and put my hand on it because suddenly my legs were trembling.

And they were trembling because Mitch went out of his way and got Billie another teddy bear.

But they were also trembling because he knew I’d lied about being fine for him to let me go. And my guess was that he was a busy guy but he was still taking his time to talk to me in an attempt to divert my attention from my trailer trash relatives and the mess they were making of my life. And since he was a busy guy, I knew I was sucking more of his time with all that was going on with Billy, Billie, Bill, him bonding with Bob and instigating Operation Take out the Trash and then some.

Therefore, when I had my hand in the counter to hold myself up, I told him softly, “They’re gone.”

“Good,” he said softly back.

I pulled in a steadying breath.

Then, still talking softly, I said, “I’m okay now, Mitch.”

“Good,” he repeated, also still talking softly.

I pulled in another steadying breath.

Then I whispered, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby,” he whispered back.

“I’ll see you tonight,” I told him.

“Now, that makes it worth it,” he replied, causing another belly whoosh then he said quietly, “Later, honey.”

“Bye, Mitch.”

Then I heard him disconnect.

I flipped Mr. Pierson’s phone shut and lifted my head to see my crew was all back and their eyes were on me.

I took them all in and said, “I’m so sorry. They –”

“Not another word, Mara,” Mr. Pierson cut me off firmly. I looked to him and his hand came up, his fingers curled around my bicep. He stepped in close and said gently, “Not another word, dear. Don’t think about it. Mitch and I have it all sorted.”

He held my eyes, squeezed my arm, smiled at me then let me go, carefully took his phone from my hand and walked toward the back and his office.

I turned and watched him go.

Then I turned back to see both Roberta and LaTanya staring at me.

That was when I bit my lip.

And when I bit my lip, LaTanya looked down at my mouth then up into my eyes then ordered, “Right, the juicy stuff first and that’s what’s goin’ on with you and Mitch. Then we’ll get to the Roller Derby Rejects. Now, sock it to me.”

Roller Derby Rejects.

That was funny.

And what was funnier, but not in a humorous way, was that both Roberta and LaTanya were not looking at me like I was a Roller Derby Reject or worse, stunned, shocked and disgusted at learning from whose loins I’d sprung. They were looking curious (very) and, well, like Roberta and LaTanya.

Not only that, Mr. Pierson didn’t either. He just told me he and Mitch had it sorted in a way it sounded like he was honored to be in on Operation Take out the Trash.

And so I took in another steadying breath, looked at two women who meant the world to me and my mouth made another decision before my mind caught up.

“Mitch is into me, I’m into him and I think I was switched at birth,” I announced, Roberta and LaTanya both stared at me for several seconds then they both burst out laughing.

And when they were done, I shared.

That’s right, I shared.

Some of it I had to share between dealing with customers but I shared it.

All of it.

And when I was done, they no longer looked curious but they still just looked like Roberta and LaTanya.

Two women who meant the world to me.