out. I’d kill for your breasts. Silicone?”
Libby unhooked her bra and tossed it at her sister. “As if!” She stuck out her tongue. “You’re just jealous because I got Mom’s figure and you take after Aunt Jackie.”
Alex stood and began undressing. “Speaking of Daddy’s side of the family. You know Uncle Walt has cancer?”
“Yeah, I called and sent flowers while he was in the hospital. Did the surgery get it all?”
Alex looked away for a moment, then back at Libby. “No, they didn’t get it all. When I told him you were here, he asked if you’d stop up and see him at the nursing home.”
Tears welled in Libby’s eyes. “Of course I’ll go see him. I’ll go tomorrow, spend Sunday with him.”
“Okay.” Alex tossed her jeans and panties on the blanket. “Last one in cleans out the loafing shed.”
“You bitch!” Libby shoved her sister out of the way and raced to the creek’s edge. She didn’t pause but jumped straight into the little pool of water. And came up sputtering. She could swear she could feel icicles forming on her sparse pubic hairs. “Holy Jesus, Mary, and Joseph—you did that on purpose!”
Alex was standing on the bank of the creek, doubled over laughing. Oh, there was no way she was getting away with this. Libby’s hand snaked out and grabbed her sister’s wrist. With a sharp tug, Alex tumbled headfirst into the deep pool of clear mountain water. She gasped. “Holy crap!” Then dissolved into laughter.
The water felt good once their bodies got used to it. They floated, side by side, enjoying the sun beating down on their naked bodies. Finally, Libby nudged Alex.
“So?”
“So, what?”
“What are you going to do?”
“About what?”
“Come on, Alex. It’s clear you were wrong about Archer. What are you gonna do to fix it?”
“Yeah,” a deep voice called from the other side of the heavy underbrush. “What are you gonna do to fix it, Alex?”
Libby let loose with a little “eeep” and lowered herself into the water. “Holy Moses, Cade, do you always sneak up on skinny-dippin’ women?”
A rich baritone laugh drifted toward them; then the man himself stepped out from behind the cover of the brush. “I’ll admit it’s been a while.” He leveled his gaze. “Come on out of the water, Alex. I’ve had about all of this nonsense I’m willing to take.”
Libby saw the stubborn set in on her sister’s face and stifled a sigh. Alex could get a pout on about as good as anyone Libby had ever met.
Alex folded her arms across her breasts and glared up at the man standing by the creek. “I can’t. I’m spending the afternoon with my sister.”
Libby blew her a raspberry, then splashed her with water. “I’m quite capable of finding my way home. You say you’re tired of being alone? Here’s your chance to remedy that. Now git.” She splashed more water in Alex’s face to punctuate her demand.
“I’m naked,” Alex protested.
Libby raised an eyebrow. “I reckon he’s seen you naked before. Any more excuses?”
Alex huffed, but she waded to the bank and took the hand Archer extended. She tipped her nose in the air as she passed by him. “You could have fought a little harder for me, Cade.”
He swatted her bare butt as she bent down to pick up her panties. “I’m fixin’ to do just that, woman. Now get a move on.” He turned and smiled at Libby. “Who would have thought you’d grow up to be the rational sister?”
“Boggles the mind, don’t it?” Libby laughed then. “I don’t reckon it’s easy being in love with a Cade man.”
The solemn look he gave her startled Libby. “Maybe not, but I promise you, we always make it worth your while. But I reckon you’d know that by now, wouldn’t you, Lib?”
Alex turned a sharp gaze on her, and Libby wanted to sink beneath the water. No way Alex hadn’t heard the rumors about Bodie and Ty. Archer Cade had essentially told Alex that her baby sister was fucking two men,
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