Watch Over Me (Danvers #7)(41)
“Pardon?” she choked out around the food in her mouth.
Claire nodded her head, looking at her enviously. “I seriously envy your body. I don’t know how to say this without sounding—weird—but you have the best backside.”
“It’s true,” Beth added. “If I gain a pound, I just get a fat ass. I’ve never had that perfect, round Jennifer Lopez butt.”
“I even got a tattoo on my lower back as a way to bring some attention to mine. I mean, it’s there and all, but it doesn’t stand out. I’m not sure why it matters to me though since no one but me sees it,” Crystal mused.
“I like my butt okay,” Emma added next. “I mean, it’s nothing to write home about, but Brant seems to enjoy touching it—a lot.”
“I’ve always been happy with mine, for the most part, until we became friends,” Mia teased. “Now, when we’re together, I can’t stop looking at yours. I’ve even thought of asking you if I could touch it before, just too see how it felt, but I figured that might give you the wrong idea. I’m totally team penis.”
“I’m team penis, too,” Suzy tossed in, “but I stare at your ass whenever you’re around. I mean, if you were in a room full of women with their boobs hanging out, you’d look wouldn’t you? I keep trying to get Gray to admit that he checks out the size of other men’s peckers when he’s standing next to them at a urinal, but he claims that never happens. He says it’s guy code that all eyes are to face forward.” Winking, Suzy purred, “I’ll tell you one thing, whoever is standing next to my man is going to leave that bathroom with a major case of envy.”
“God, yes, mine, too,” Gwen moaned, before slapping a hand over her mouth.
Crystal tossed her napkin and crossed her arms as she glared at Gwen. “So, it’s big, and he knows what to do with it. You totally suck, and I’m also reconsidering this whole friendship thing with everyone at this table.”
Suzy took a drink of her iced tea before zeroing in on Crystal. “Don’t you worry, girl—we’ll get you a big one of your own. Last time I checked, there was another GI Joe available.”
“Gage is really cute, too,” Ella jumped in. “Declan says he’s a bit of a . . .”
“Man whore?” Emma chimed in. When everyone gaped at her, she shrugged, saying, “What can I say? Brant and I talk about everything.”
When lunch was over, Gwen found herself doing something that she rarely did. She walked out of the restaurant first and grinned peacefully knowing that the ladies behind her were looking at her butt with envy. Yeah, what a difference a good group of friends could make.
* * *
“So, how long until you find out if Gwen has a bun in the oven?” Gage asked, as tactful as ever.
Dominic settled further into the passenger seat and rubbed his fatigued eyes. It had been a long day of overseeing the security setup at a new customer site. It was already almost midnight, and they had just left Charleston. He really just wanted to close his eyes and catch a nap, but he knew that along with being nosy, Gage was also trying to make conversation to stay awake. “I don’t know,” he finally answered. “She hasn’t mentioned it lately.”
“How long does it take to find out?” Gage asked, sounding as if he had no clue. To be truthful, Dom didn’t know either. Like most men, other than maybe a doctor, he didn’t know that much about how a woman’s body worked.
“Hell, if I know,” he admitted.
Dominic could hear the other man’s brain working as he drove down the unusually quiet interstate road. “Well, if they have a period once a month, then it’s probably less than that. How long since the first time you two slept together?”
Thinking back, Dominic replied, “Two or three weeks. She did say something about just having had her period so maybe another week, I guess, before she would know.”
Gage grunted in answer before snapping his fingers. “Hey, what about that pregnancy detector thing that they advertise on television? It says you can find out five days early.”
Shaking his head in amazement, Dominic said, “First off, put both of your hands on the wheel and watch where you’re going, and second, why are you able to quote a pregnancy test commercial line for line? I turn the channel when shit like that comes on. No wonder you’re always telling Mac and me to go buy tampons. I thought it was an insult, but you’re probably an expert or something, aren’t you?”
“Fuck you, Dom,” Gage muttered sounding embarrassed. “For your information, I lost the remote to my television one night and was stuck watching commercials and all. You have no idea how many chick products they advertise during the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. All I have to say is that women have a lot of problems to deal with. It’s pads or tampons. Razors or some hair removal shit. Hormone pills for menopause, whatever the hell that is, and those damn split ends. And don’t even get me started on the wrinkle cream. If they don’t use that stuff night and day, apparently their skin will dry up like the Mojave Desert.”
Dominic couldn’t help but laugh. Gage sounded overwhelmed at what he had learned from one night of commercial watching. “You know, man, you’re going to make someone a mighty fine wife someday,” he teased.