Robert had hit the jackpot.
Sam’s mouth fell open further than mine. I understood why when she leaned into me to murmur, “Jesus Hero, that’s Berry. Heather’s last girlfriend. She’s even prettier than I remember. Oh crap, I get it… but I don’t believe it. She must be the girl Bobbie likes. The one he’s been scared to ask out.”
Stacey saw Sam and gave her a quick wink.
I shook my head in amazement. Heather was matching her old love up with her brother. I’d heard Heather’s stories about Stacey. Robert had won the sexual lottery if Stacey was finally converting to guys now.
Even money said Robert had no idea about any of this. I wondered if he ever would.
In the meantime, Robert handled himself well. He kept it short and his voice did not crack when he looked at Stacey and smiled, “Sure, let’s get some coffee.” Then he groaned. “Wait, we don’t have a car. Heather drove you too, right?”
Stacey nodded, pouting.
Sam fixed the small transportation glitch by smirking and plucking the keys to her sporty little black two-seater off the countertop. She swaggered over to Robert and dropped them into his shirt’s front pocket, letting her hand linger lightly on his chest. “Take mine Bobbie,” she smiled and glanced at Stacey then looked back up at him, “my way of saying thank you for, you know… earlier.”
Sam’s flirtation was a wicked trick that would have scared most women off of Robert. But Sam knew that Stacey wasn’t most women. With a few words and a touch, Sam had just endorsed Robert’s newfound bedroom skills while posing a subtle challenge to Stacey’s claim on him.
Okay, so Sam was still just a tiny bit Sithy.
Stacey’s eyes widened slightly. I watched her mental wheels rotate then lock them onto something like, “Oh no you don’t, he’s mine!”
Girls can be fun that way.
Of course, these subtleties were lost on Robert. He just said a cheerful, “Thanks!” and grabbed Stacey’s hand, pulling her towards the garage.
“Wait!” Heather said a little too loudly. “Bobbie, take good care of Stacey, she’s, well… she’s…”
Stacey turned to smile at Heather. The mischievous look in her large gray-green eyes flared brightly and one slender auburn eyebrow cocked upwards. She was waiting for what Heather was going to say next. How much was Heather going to tell her brother?
Heather sighed, “…special. Stacey’s very special.”
Heather looked over at her red-headed ex-lover and fixed her with a serious stare. “And you, girlie, you better be nice to my brother. We don’t have any other siblings for you to date, understand me?”
“Yeah,” Stacy nibbled her lip and nodded. “Thanks, Bubble… errr… Heather.”
Bobbie quickly tugged Stacey towards the garage.
“Could you two have my car back before noon tomorrow please?” Sam yelled as Robert and Stacey disappeared. Robert never even said goodbye. Ahhh, youth.
“Wow, I guess that was easy,” I marveled, after the door to the garage shut. We heard Bobbie start Sam’s little coupe with an excited whoop.
Dammit, that kid had all the luck. Sam rarely let me drive her car.