Chapter 118

Cassidy had known that Sherry was bringing a guy down for a hookup, but I wasn’t sure if Cattie knew. And one thing I was sure of was that the last time we’d talked about it Cattie had been worried about her little sister. So I could either just try to pretend I didn’t know, let them deal with anything that came of it, and skirt by without an issue ... or I could do the right thing and interrupt the ‘Avoid Robbie’ bubble as briefly as possible to make sure she was aware.

It wasn’t really an option. I cared about Cattie, and I cared about what she wanted for her sister. Ginnie could bring every one of the college guys down to her room and have a gangbang if she wanted, and while I’d be a little put off by the display, I wouldn’t have a direct emotional response to it. But anything bad happening with Sherry would impact Cattie.

I climbed the steps and saw Cassidy and Ami settling down cross-legged on the astroturf deck in their foursome with Terra and Wanda. Wanda was still wearing her baseball cap and waved at me with a smile and a wink, which made Terra look over her shoulder and see me. She stuck out her tongue in a smile and waved as well ... and I thought she would look cute in a hat, too.

God, the App was making me cocky in a way that made me uneasy.

Becca was sitting with Cattie and Heather over on the other boat, while Heels and Leia sat on the edge of the hot tub and watched the speed boat coming back into the bay. I crossed over and went up behind Becca’s chair, clearing my throat to get the group’s attention. “Hey,” I said. “Sorry to interrupt and break the thing, but I just wanted to make sure you knew your sister went below deck with a guy, Cattie.”

“She did?” Cattie said, immediately sitting up and glancing around.

“I saw her go into her room with him,” I clarified. “I knew you would want to know, or I wouldn’t have- yeah.”

“Oh, it’s not a big deal, Cat,” Heather said, reaching over and rubbing Cattie’s arm. “If she wants some dick then she should get some dick. She’s a big girl.”

“Not that big,” Cattie retorted. “And she’s been drinking those daiquiris you made extra strong.”

“Just let her do her thing,” Heather sighed, rolling her eyes. “Sow her wild oats and shit.”

“You said they were in her room?” Cattie asked me, standing.

Heather sighed again heavily and pursed her lips, glaring at me through her sunglasses.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Do you want me to go with?”

“No, it’s fine,” she said. “I’ll just make sure she’s OK and sober enough to be making a proper decision.” She crossed over and looked like she wanted to hug me, but stopped short and put a hand on my upper arm. “Thank you for telling me.”

As she left to head down the stairs, Heather scoffed a bit. “Really?”