Witch Hazel Chapter One Part 7/11
Evening found the house mostly quiet except for the voices emanating from the TV. Diego had sprawled out on the couch for some relaxation time, listening as Benita sat down beside him and phoned for pizza delivery. She was pretty; he sneaked glances of her from the corner of his eyes. Pretty and smart and good. His brother had done well. That little prick of jealousy tickled his insides and for a moment he considered trying to put a move on her. But no. Diego might flirt jokingly to annoy his brother but he’d never try to take his woman away. Brothers were more important than that and the kindness (and patience) she’d shown him earned her more respect than that.
When she hung up, he tilted his head to grin at her. “Don’t feel like using your new-to-you wood stove?” he teased.
Grimacing, she tucked the phone into her pants pockets. Diego wondered what magic enabled her to keep anything in those pockets, since the jeans themselves seemed glued to her skin. “I’m beat. It makes more sense to order food than waste more energy trying to work in that…. kitchen.”
“I want ice cream,” Leonardo interrupted randomly and Benita glanced back to see him gazing out the window longingly as the ice cream truck rolled on by.
“No, I just ordered food.” She turned back around to watch the telly.
“So I was wondering, when can we start decorating?” Diego posed the question like a hopeful five year old.
“As soon as you get a job and can afford to do so,” she patted his shoulder. “Decorating, seriously? This place is a mess and you’re worried about decor?"
"A job, hm?” a pensive look crossed his face and he leaned forward to consider this idea. “What kind of job would I be good at…. oh, I know! Prostitution.”
“You’re not bringing johns or janes into this house.”
“…..ok, no prostitution. Although that seems like an excellent way to keep up with my exercise as well as earn money,” he grinned like the sly dog he was.
“Keep thinking,” she said. “You’ll come up with something.”
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