The Friends We Keep. Susan Mallery

tie?”

      Only Kenzie considered the question. “The one with the blue and pink stripes.”

      Gabby found it. She hung the suit, shirt and tie and moved on to the next selection.

      While Andrew was perfectly capable of picking out his own clothes, she liked doing this for him. It was a connection, a way to quietly say she was thinking about him and that she cared. Like him leaving her his schedule.

      When they were done, she led her posse back to the kitchen. She didn’t need her wardrobe laid out and Makayla wasn’t back yet from her mom’s. Even if she had been home, she’d made it clear she didn’t want or need the help. She was fifteen, after all.

      Gabby briefly wondered if she’d been difficult at that age and figured she probably had been. It came with the territory. But knowing that didn’t make her any more eager for Makayla’s return. Sunday nights after Candace weekends were always difficult. The visits rarely went well and Makayla usually came home both hurt and angry. She needed someone to pay for what she’d been through and that person was usually Gabby.

      She’d tried talking to Andrew about the temper, the snide comments, the door slamming. But Makayla was always careful to act out when her father wasn’t around and if Andrew had a weakness it was his daughters. Not just Makayla but all three of them.

      A trait she admired, Gabby reminded herself. So she would take the high ground. Or at least try. It was the only advice her own mother had given her when Gabby had been getting ready to marry Andrew.

      “Being the second wife is hard. I’ve watched several of my friends go through it. Think before you speak and take the moral high ground whenever you can. It will make things easier.”

      Gabby had appreciated the advice and the love behind it, so she’d listened. She tried to keep her Makayla-based whining to a minimum and be as patient as possible. She wasn’t perfect, but she did her best.

      The dryer buzzed. She left the twins coloring at the kitchen table while she carried a load of clean clothes to the master. Although it wasn’t her day for whites, she’d wanted to have the special crop pants done when Makayla returned. She wasn’t sure if the gesture would be seen as caring or taunting, but she knew her motives were pure and told herself that would be enough.

      Andrew strolled into the bedroom and crossed the carpet to help her. He picked up impossibly small socks and smiled at her.

      “Remember when they were even smaller?” he asked.

      “I know. They’re growing so fast. I can’t believe they’re starting kindergarten.”

      “How many days?”

      She smiled. He wasn’t asking about the start of school. Instead he was inquiring about her start date.

      “Fifty-four days.”

      “You excited?”

      “Yes, and nervous. What if I don’t remember how to hold down a job?”

      “You will. You work hard and you’re brilliant. They’re lucky to have you.”

      She would be working for a nonprofit, part-time. The job wasn’t anything spectacular, nor was the pay, but it was in her chosen legal field of immigration and she would be helping people who didn’t have anywhere else to go. Plus there was the whole pee alone thing.

      “I’m lucky they’re willing to take a chance on me.” She’d been out of the workforce for just over five years. That was a long time. Although she’d taken a few online classes to keep current on changes in immigration law, she’d been worried about anyone wanting to hire her.

      “You’ll be amazing,” he assured her, setting down another pair of socks, then reaching into his jeans front pocket. “I have something for you.”

      He handed her a Nordstrom gift card.

      She took it, then looked at him. “I don’t understand.”

      “You’ll need new clothes for work. Everything you have from before the twins is five years old. I want you to feel good on your first day back.”

      A sweet gesture, she thought, even as her mind replayed his words. Fear joined horror. Her work clothes were five years old. They were pre-twins, which meant there was no way any of them fit. The being out of style part was the least of it.

      She turned the gift card over in her hands. “We have a charge card at the store.”

      “I know, but this is different. You can buy anything you like without me seeing the bill. You know I don’t care what you spend, but you always want to justify every purchase. This is guilt-free shopping.”

      She stared into his blue eyes and felt a rush of love. “Andrew, you’re very good to me.”

      “I want to be. I love you, Gabby.” He took the card from her and slid it into her shorts back pocket, then rested his hands on her hips. “So, how much time do you think we have until we’re invaded?” he asked, his mouth lowering to hers.

      He kissed her deeply, sweeping his tongue against her bottom lip. She felt his passion, which ignited her own. Their evening together on Friday had been all about slow, sensual lovemaking, but Andrew was fairly spectacular at the “we have three minutes” quickie.

      “It depends on when Makayla gets home,” she said, already eyeing their bedroom door. “The girls are coloring. Five minutes, maybe ten.”

      He was already unbuttoning her shorts. “Think you can come in three?”

      Andrew turning her on had never been a problem. Even before she felt the first brush of his fingers against her clit. The familiar combination of heat and ache had her wrapping her arms around his neck. He eased her toward the bed and leaned over her, rubbing his erection against her thigh.

      “Mommy, Mommy, Makayla’s home!”

      Kennedy’s high-pitched voice cut through the house more effectively than a fire alarm. Andrew swore softly before withdrawing his hand and helping her to her feet.

      “Tonight,” he promised.

      She shivered in anticipation. “I can’t wait.”

      He grinned. “Want me to stall the girls while you take care of things yourself?”

      His suggestion made her blush. She swatted his arm. “You know I don’t do that. I’d rather wait and make love with you.”

      “Not always.”

      Because sometimes she did touch herself, but only when he was there. Only when he was watching. She couldn’t imagine doing that with anyone else. But Andrew always made her feel safe. Wanted.

      They started for the living room. “I’m thinking of taking classes with Nicole,” she said.

      “Like knitting or something?”

      Which was just like a man. “No. At her studio. An exercise class.”

      His look of genuine confusion made her want to hug him for about a thousand years.

      “I’ve put on a little weight.”

      “Really? I don’t think so, but if you want to take the class, have a good time.”

      There were implications. If she couldn’t find a class when the twins were at camp, she would need to make sure Makayla could watch them. Or hire a sitter. The latter meant an added expense but Andrew was okay with that.

      The twins were dancing around Makayla, competing with each other to tell her what she’d missed over the weekend. Boomer joined in, wanting to be petted by the returning member of the pack. Jasmine was nowhere to be seen but later she would settle herself on Makayla’s bed and stay there for the night.

      Gabby watched her stepdaughter, taking in the straight set of her mouth and the way she seemed to be forcing herself to interact with her sisters.