When We Met

“You get more interesting by the day,” Isabel murmured. “Okay, me. I was born and raised in town. When I was fourteen, I had a mad crush on my sister’s boyfriend. When they broke up, I was thrilled, only he left town to join the navy and I knew I was going to die. When that didn’t happen, I started writing him. Flash-forward fourteen years, I came back, he came back and the rest is history.” She sighed happily. “Now we’re married and I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

Larissa glanced at them. “I guess that leaves me. I’m one of three girls, also the oldest. I like my job a lot because it gives me the time and resources to focus on helping others. Through Jack, I’ve gotten involved in organ donor programs and I also work with different animal rescue organizations.”

“She’s a saint,” Taryn said. “I tell myself my genuine affection for her will offset any bad karma I might create on my own.”

Isabel turned to Larissa and grinned. “So, you’re a masseuse to the football players. What’s that like?”

Taryn leaned back in her chair. She’d seen this before. Women were obsessed with the boys. Not only were they actually larger than life, but there was the whole sports hero thing going on. Add to that the fact that they were good-looking and well-off... Attention was inevitable. The only question no one seemed to ask was why were they all single.

Taryn knew the answer for each of them, and she wasn’t going to say a word. She loved her boys and she would keep their secrets.

Noelle sighed. “Really? Touching them like that.”

“Need I remind both of you, you’re happily married?” Taryn asked.

“I’m not interested that way,” Isabel told her with an unrepentant grin. “Just curious. Ford’s a former SEAL. I know about guys who work out regularly. Speaking as the woman who sleeps with him, I think being with him is very nice. But this is a whole different level of muscles.”

“Exactly,” Noelle said. “Our curiosity is purely intellectual.”

Larissa laughed. “Sure it is.” She thought for a second. “I don’t know what to say. They were all professional athletes. They did things their bodies are not designed to do. They were all successful and they all pushed too hard and now there are injuries. I try to make them feel better.”

Noelle sighed. “That’s so sweet. Are they naked?”

Taryn grinned. “And here we are, to the real question.” She looked at her new friends. “Yes, they are naked. They are very comfortable being naked. I can’t tell you how many meetings we’ve had in the company locker room, or worse, the steam room.”

She paused as three pairs of eyes widened. “I stay clothed,” she added.

“That would be weird,” Isabel admitted.

“You get used to it,” Taryn told her.

Noelle looked at Larissa. “Yeah, for you, it’s no big deal. You’re a professional.”

Larissa shook her head. “I’m not licensed, if that’s what you mean. I took the classes, but I never bothered with the exam. I don’t work with the public. I work on Sam, Kenny and Jack and sometimes Taryn.”

Jo appeared with their drinks. When she left, Taryn reached for her iced tea. “I notice no one wants to talk about the thrill of seeing me naked.”

“I’m sure you look great,” Noelle said absently as she continued to talk to Larissa. “Is it weird to see them that way, then around the office?”

Isabel rolled her eyes. “Let’s cut to the real question. Who has slept with whom?”

Dellina choked on her drink. “That’s direct,” she murmured when she could speak.

Noelle looked at her. “A genuine ‘it went down the wrong way’ or are you keeping secrets?”

Dellina held up a hand. “It went down the wrong way. Although the body talk is fun.”

Taryn was less sure. The great bodies were nice, but in her opinion it was what a man could do with that body that was more appealing.

“They’re sweet guys,” Larissa told her. “But we’re like a family. We don’t get involved like that. The guys are always bringing around girls.”

“Not Sam,” Taryn said.

Larissa nodded. “That’s right. Sam is more careful. Of course he has the worst luck with women.”

Dellina, who had just taken another sip of her soda, started coughing again. “Allergies,” she managed, when she could talk. “What are you talking about? What worst luck?”

Larissa sighed. “It’s kind of sad, when you think about it.”

“And funny,” Taryn added.

“Okay, funny. But not in a mean way.” Larissa drew a breath. “Sam seems to find the one woman in the room who’s going to be a disaster. His ex-wife wrote a tell-all about their marriage.”

Noelle winced. “Seriously?”

“Uh-huh. There have been stalkers and, oh, do you remember the girl who pretended to be pregnant?”

Taryn nodded.

“I feel bad for him,” Larissa admitted. “He’s a great guy, but he’s been burned a bunch of times. Now he refuses to get involved at all. His family doesn’t help.”

“They’re not into boundaries,” Taryn said simply, thinking it was time to change the subject. “So, what’s new in town? Any hot gossip?”

Jo appeared with chips and salsa, along with a bowl of guacamole. “On the house,” she said with a smile. “Because of the new girl.”

Larissa blinked at her. “Thank you. That’s so nice.”

“Yeah, I’m a nice person. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Taryn eyed the chips and felt her stomach growl. Fine. She would add fifteen minutes to her workout that afternoon. Fifteen ugly minutes of gross sweating would be worth it if she could indulge a little.

“Gossip,” Isabel said as she grabbed a chip. “Mayor Marsha’s assistant is leaving, so she’ll be hiring a new one. That is going to be so weird. Marjorie has worked for the mayor for years. Since maybe high school or something.”

“I wonder who the new assistant will be,” Dellina said, then chuckled. “I’ll tell Fayrene. She’s the sister with the temp agency. I’m sure she’ll offer to fill in during the interview process.”

“I need her number,” Taryn said. “We sometimes need help with big projects at Score.”

“I have a card right here,” Dellina told her, and reached into her bag.

“Mayor Marsha is going on vacation,” Noelle said, scooping up guacamole. “She was in the other day and bought a couple of things for—”

Both Isabel and Dellina stared at her.

“What?” Noelle asked, visibly shrinking in her seat. “What did I say?”

“The mayor’s going on vacation?” Dellina demanded.

“She never goes on vacation,” Isabel added. “I mean never.”