Tall, Dark & Lonely (Pyte/Sentinel #1)(21)

The water shut off. “Yes?”

Jill’s voice answered, “You told me to tell you when it was five.”

Ephraim’s eyes shot to his watch. Well, her sister was a prompt little thing. It was five on the dot. “Oh, darn it, I’m coming.”

He closed his eyes and listened to her every movement. She wrapped a towel around her, unlocked his side of the door, scooped up her dirty clothes and went into her room, closing the bathroom door behind her.

“Shit!” He was really about to piss himself. He hurried into the bathroom, careful to lock her door on the way to the toilet. No need for either woman to see a man piss blood. It would probably send them screaming or fainting. He flushed the toilet all the while listening to what was going on in the next room. Ephraim moved around purposely making noise, no need for them to think he was creepy or anything.

Madison could hear Ephraim walking around in the bathroom. She sighed, thinking he was probably getting ready for one of his extra long showers. She hadn’t seen him in over a month since the day she walked home. It was almost as if he was avoiding her which was strange. He seemed very friendly that day. Of course she was being ridiculous. He was a police detective, a very busy man. It only seemed like he was avoiding her.

She put the hair drier down and spritzed hair gel through her hair as she watched Jill lounge on her bed with a magazine. “I really like your outfit, Jill.”

Jill’s face lit up. “Really?”

She wore a very cute understated blouse and skirt. Her boyfriend of two weeks was coming over tonight. Seth was a straight "A" student and a down to earth guy and Jill was madly in love with him. When she dressed like a slut he avoided her so she tried another angle, being herself.

Madison made a bet with her. She challenged Jill to dress like she used to before Candy showed up and forget everything Candy taught her about men. Reluctantly she tried it and three days later Seth showed up for dinner. He was a nice kid and Madison thought he was a god for getting her sister back in line. A feat she thought would take a year and a convent to do.

Candy did not take the change well. She pouted around the house for days. She let Jill know that she was so upset with her and went as far as refusing to eat with "the boy who wrecked her daughter." Yet she was willing to get drunk with a thirty-five year old man moments after he took her fifteen year old daughter’s virginity. Go figure.

It took a few days but soon Candy happily ignored Jill’s presence the same way she ignored Joshua. She also quit working for Grandma and found work in the next town over. She still lived here, but only until she had enough to move out which was soon. Candy wouldn’t admit it to Grandma, but everyone knew that she was working as a bartender at a strip club. She took a fit the night she was hired. They told her she was too old to strip or wait tables. Money helped her get over that. The patrons always tipped her well to keep them in drinks.

“I can’t believe after a week we finally get to meet prince charming,” Jill said teasingly.

She laughed. “Stop calling him that! His name is David!”

Jill giggled. “Okay, I'll call him David to his face then.”

“Thank you.”

Jill went back to her magazine while she dressed. She decided on a dress, something casual. She looked up to find Jill watching her with interest.

“What?”

“So, are you going to tell me what he looks like or do you want it to be a surprise?”

Madison rolled her eyes. “I’m surprised you don’t know. The three times we went out you were waiting by the window.”

Jill sighed. “We tried, but we couldn’t see anything. The way this house is setup is so inconvenient. The only thing I know is that he drives a black car.”

“Then you know enough.”

Jill jumped off the bed. “That’s not fair! Come on, please!” She placed her hands together in a praying gesture and jumped up and down.

“Oh all right, sit down before you pass out from excitement.”

“Sure thing!” Jill crawled back on the bed. “Well?”

“Don’t rush me. What do you want to know?”

“Is he a good kisser?”

They heard something crash in the bathroom followed by a curse. They ignored it. “He’s okay I guess.”

“Is he handsome?” Jill nibbled on her lip.

“Yes.”

Jill looked up at the ceiling deep in thought. She wasn’t happy with the answer and needed a comparison. “Is he better looking than Ephraim?”

She wanted to lie, but Jill would see for herself in less than twenty minutes. “No, he’s not as handsome as Ephraim.” She continued quickly. “He’s really nice. He’s an expert on British history and he’s a perfect gentleman.”

“He sounds dull,” Jill said.

“He is not!”

“Do you think…that you know he’ll be the one that you let…you know?”

She did know. Being a twenty-three year old virgin was starting to grate on her. She wasn’t saving herself for marriage or anything. “I don’t know. I can think of worse men to take a chance on. If I did I think he would be gentle and respectful.”

“So, you think you might with him?”

“Yes, I think so. If things continue the way they are.”