Smoke in the Mirror (Road to Blissville, #5)

by Aimee Nicole Walker

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I said, trying to smooth things over. “We all need to come.” Memphis released a strangled groan-sigh combo, letting me know I failed to ease his worry. “At first, I thought it was part of the amenities at Casa de Memphis, but then I remembered you weren’t expecting me last night.”

“Don’t thank me,” I replied dryly. “If I were a good person, I would’ve pretended not to see it, not hung my washcloth over it and cracked jokes the next morning.”

“I wasn’t disgusted, but it was a bit intimidating, and I felt like it was watching me.”

Big Bob flying through the air. It hit me in the chest and dropped to the bathroom floor with a solid thud.

“My dog ate your dildo,”

“Don’t feel bad, Gigi,” I said supportively. “Not many could get one so big in their mouths.”