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you…make it a real girl’s night out. It might put some pep in her step. Bring
your mom along too. She could use a little something to loosen her up. The
woman works hard, you know?”
    “Jealous?” Jordan asked, elbowing me
in the side and giggling as she turned the corner into the kitchen. After her
light gasp, I should’ve known better to keep my mouth shut, but I couldn’t help
myself from answering.
    “No ma’am. I have no interest in the
size of Beef Jerky’s beef. I’m already scarred for life from seeing his six
pack abs in the parking lot.”
    I snorted and looked up to find three
sets of curious eyes trained on me. If it had just been my best friend, Jared,
I’d have thought nothing of it. But I hadn’t expected to be caught by Grannie
and Mrs. Billette while having such a lurid conversation with Jordan. Sudden
warmth rushed into my cheeks but I quickly pushed past it and cleared my
throat.
    “I have very sad news,” I said with a
broad grin spreading across my face, confident my pal BJ was going to get the
big fat boot in the behind. It was too bad. I hadn’t gotten the chance to call
him BJ to his face yet. Perhaps I should’ve taken the opportunity in the
parking lot when it presented itself.
    “Yet another one bites the dust,” I
sighed. “Unless you would welcome a male strip…um…entertainer for a grandson.”
    I groaned inwardly when Grannie
perked up in her chair and flashed a conspiratorial grin at her
daughter-in-law. “What do you say Judy? Should we check out the cut of his
beef? A good porterhouse steak shouldn’t be tossed out without proper
consideration.”
    Judy laughed and turned to her
daughter. “Listen to your Grannie, Jordan. She knows what she’s talking about.
A good cut of beef is essential to a happy marriage. In fact, the bigger the
better; especially if it’s attached to a man who—”
    “Stop it!” Jared cried out and
covered his ears with his hands while he shot his mother an evil eye. “La, la,
la, la, la, la, la! I can’t hear you.”
    Mrs. Billette grinned and slapped
Jared’s hands away from his ears. “You stop it. You’re acting like you’re four-years
old instead of twenty-four. What? You don’t think Grannie and I have ever had
sex or been to a male strip club? Do we need to talk about where babies come
from? I thought they teach you that stuff in medical school?”
    “Mom.” He hesitated while searching
for the right words and his face turned an incredible shade of beet red. “Of
course I know you’ve had…done it before. I just rather not think or talk
about it, okay?”
    I smiled at the scene unfolding in
front of me with everyone joining into the playful banter as I walked over to
the refrigerator to grab two beers. This was like my second home—had always
been like my second home—since I was a child. My own house was just across the
street and a few hundred feet down to the right. I placed a beer in front of
Jordan and then hopped up on a bar stool next to her at the kitchen island.
    “Is this his career of choice or is
it temporary to get him through his studies?” Grannie asked and interlaced her
hands on the table in front of her. The judge was at the bench standing ready
with her gavel at hand.
     “Does it really matter?” I scoffed.
“What kind of guy sells his body to a group of ogling women to make a buck or
two?” I chugged down a few gulps of beer and almost choked when Jordan revealed
how much Bryan earned on a nightly basis. “Damn. Maybe I’m in the wrong
business. I could pay off my college debt one heck of a lot quicker with that
kind of cash.”
    “You could pay it off now if you’d
accept my offer to invest in your future,” Grannie said, shaking a scolding
finger at me.
    “I know,” I said, blowing her a kiss.
“It’s a sweet offer but I’ve told you it wouldn’t feel right.” How many times
had she made the same offer with the same result? I had stopped counting and
just smiled and played