Getting Some. Kayla Perrin

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      Yeah, I need a drink. Scotch preferably, but I’ll take anything.

      Anything that helps numb me from thinking about the fact that I probably left the best thing to ever come into my life back in Jaco, Costa Rica.

      * * *

      Hours later I’m standing outside of baggage claim at the Atlanta Hartsfield airport, waiting for my hot-pink suitcase when I hear, “Hey, sis.”

      I turn around to see my sister, Annelise, her smile so bright it just might blind me. She’s wearing her hair down as opposed to in a ponytail, and her long blond locks are tossed over one shoulder. It’s clear to me just by looking at her that not only is she getting laid, she’s getting laid good.

      She certainly deserves to be happy after the crap her husband put her through, but the reality that she’s getting some has me missing Miguel even more.

      “It is so good to see you again.” Annelise wraps me in a warm hug. “How are you?”

      “All right.”

      “Uh-oh.” Annelise’s smile falters as she breaks our hug and stares at me. “You don’t sound all right.”

      “I’m fine.”

      “Then why do you look so glum? You should be invigorated,” she adds with a wink. “All that time you spent with that hot stud.”

      “Yeah, well.” I don’t say anything else. I’m not sure what to say. I know it wouldn’t have worked with Miguel, but I still feel like crap.

      “Oh my God.” My sister’s eyes light up. “You fell in love with him, didn’t you?”

      I don’t answer as I watch my luggage go by me. I push past two fortysomething women standing together, excusing myself as I do, to grab the suitcase before it gets too far.

      The moment I turn around, I notice that my sister’s eyes are narrowed. There’s genuine concern on her face.

      “Did he hurt you?” she asks when I return to her side. “He was seeing someone else? Oh, no. Don’t tell me he was married!”

      “He wasn’t married. He didn’t hurt me.” I extract the suitcase’s handle. “Can we go now?”

      “You don’t want to talk about it.” Annelise states the obvious.

      “Which way?” I ask.

      “This way.” Annelise starts for the doors off to the left, but slows so I can catch up to her. “Hey, I know what it’s like to not want to talk about something. When it hurts too much to even think about it. But just know that whenever you do want to talk, I’m here.” She rubs my back. “Okay?”

      I can’t believe myself. Just the act of Annelise giving me support has me almost ready to burst into tears. I hold them in check—barely.

      Which is why I know I’m nowhere near ready to tell her about Reed, how he showed up in Costa Rica and told me he still loved me, and how I stupidly fell for the line like a moron. If I get into the story here, I think I’ll have a meltdown.

      So I change the subject, asking, “How’s Dominic?”

      “Amazing,” Annelise responds right away, her face lighting up like a neon sign.

      “In other words, the sex is good.” I manage an actual smile.

      “Good?” Annelise pauses before she heads out the automatic doors and whispers, “Sam, the sex is…out of this world!”

      “Wow.”

      “Total romance cliché, I know. But, Sam, it’s the absolute truth. I had no clue sex could be this amazing.”

      “So I take it you’re not missing Charles,” I joke as we start out the door toward the parking lot.

      “Charles. Ugh.” Annelise makes a face of pure disgust. “I hope he rots in jail for embezzling money from the Wishes Come True Foundation. Never in a million years would I think the man I married could be such a heartless son of a bitch. To steal money that goes toward helping terminally ill children…”

      “What’s happening with that?” I ask. I’ve only been away for two weeks, but it seems like much longer. A lifetime, in many ways.

      “I heard Charles was begging for a plea bargain. Claimed the embezzlement wasn’t his idea.”

      I snort at that.

      “Exactly. He can keep dreaming, because with the evidence they have against him, he’ll be lucky if the sentence is lenient.”

      “The evidence you found in Costa Rica,” I say proudly. It was Annelise’s bright idea to search her husband’s tropical condo when she learned it existed. Honestly, I never thought my sister had it in her to become a modern Agatha Christie. With Charles, she accepted substandard treatment. She became a wimp under him, if you ask me. Always wondering what she could do to please him, how she could spice up their love life to keep him happy when he suddenly didn’t want sex from her. It was no surprise to me that he’d been screwing someone else for quite some time.

      “And it was so much fun,” Annelise admits.

      “Wasn’t it, though? And when Charles showed up at the condo…”

      “I know! I thought it was over, right then and there.” Annelise pauses as she chuckles. “I can’t believe that was my life, not some HBO movie.”

      “Did you talk to a lawyer yet, see if you can get any money from the house?” I ask. “After how you helped break the case, the last thing you deserve is to get screwed over in this.”

      Annelise nods as we approach her Volvo. “I have. Claudia set me up with one of her uncles, and he’s really great. He seems optimistic, but I don’t want to hold my breath.”

      “Claudia’s the spoiled rich one, right?”

      Annelise frowns as she meets my gaze. “Spoiled?”

      “Yeah. She doesn’t work, her parents pay for everything.”

      “So?”

      “So I’d say that’s pretty spoiled.”

      “Well she’s not,” Annelise says in defense of her friend. “Claudia does a lot of charitable work, as many rich people do. That was what she was going to do when she married Adam—devote her life to charitable causes. But then he screwed her over and the wedding was off.”

      Annelise opens the trunk for me, and I hoist my suitcase into it. Suddenly I smile. The two of us here like this, doing things that sisters normally do on a day-to-day basis—it’s nice.

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