Drake Sisters 03 - Oceans of Fire

Carol. She’s handling him quite nicely, but I know if he can’t make her do everything he says, Jonas will jump all over me. He always does when he’s angry with one of the others. I’m an easy target apparently, so I’m hiding up here with you,” She looked curiously at the red lace panties. “What are you doing?”
    “I don’t know. Sitting, here. Deciding if I’m going to be good and dress in blue jeans and a nice, demure top, or wear the red lace and a dress to make him squirm. Should I be the good girl or the bad one?”
    “Which do you want to be?”
    “Bad. Very, very bad. I want him to look at me and wish he’d never given me up. I want him to dream about me and remember every time he touched me.”
    “You want to torture him?”
    “Absolutely torture him. And I want it to last a very long time,” Abigail admitted.
    “Torture can be a two-edged sword, Abbey,“ Hannah counseled. ”Are you certain you want to take the chance? What if you fall in love with him all over again?“
    Abigail looked around her as if the walls might have ears. She lowered her voice. “I never fell out of love with him. I’m so far in love with him it makes me sick, but I’ll never admit it to him again.”
    “Definitely wear the underwear and that really tight black tank with a red lace bra under it. The tank that is open over your tummy. You have a great tummy. All that swimming.”
    Hannah picked up the brush. “Wear your hair down. You never do and he’s probably used to you wearing it up. You have wonderful hair.”
    “I shouldn’t be doing this,” Abigail hedged.
    “Maybe not, but it might make you feel better. And in any case, if he hurts you, he’s going to be turned into either a toad or a slug. I’m leaning toward the slug at the moment.” She laughed softly. “That place will be packed. You know Sylvia Fredrickson is going to be there and she’ll be flirting like crazy. Gina Farley, you know her, she runs the local preschool now and Patty Granger will probably be there too.
    They love to dance. A lot of the women like to go there to dance. You’ll need to feel beautiful.” She paused, allowing Abigail’s hair to settle into place. “Is he the type to look at other women when he’s with you?”
    Abigail laughed. “You know me better than that. I’d hit him over the head.”
    “You look beautiful, Abbey, and dressed up in your black jeans you’ll look awesome. Wear the pair that hugs your hips. Do you have a chain to go around your waist? I’ve got a great one if you don’t.”
    “I’d love to borrow it,” Abigail said bravely. Hannah was always a fashion plate, while Abigail tended to throw on her most comfortable outfit. If Hannah said she needed a chain then she was going to wear one and she was going to knock Aleksandr Volstov’s socks off.

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    “Do you mind if I say something?” Hannah asked. “It’s a very personal observation.”
    “Go for it.” Abigail felt reckless.
    “Abbey, you’ve never been the type of woman to have a knockdown drag-out fight. Even when we were kids, you didn’t really argue, not with Mom and Dad, not with us, and not with your friends. If you didn’t like something you went away. Literally. You close doors on people.”
    “I know I do.” Abbey stared down at her hands to avoid Hannah’s gaze. “I survive that way.”
    “It isn’t just survival. It’s your way of fighting. You refuse to engage and then you can’t lose. You’re a very strong woman and you aren’t afraid. You do things most people would never do. You’re way stronger than I am, but you have to know when you close those doors, you don’t leave anything for the other person. Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone . I love you very much and all I’m saying is, you wouldn’t be letting Aleksandr Volstov into our home, into our lives if you didn’t still have very strong feelings for him. You’d never admit to Aleksandr for a second that you love him, and you’d never consider dressing up for him.”
    Hannah stepped one foot out of the bedroom, her hands gracefully moving through the air. “I just think if you have such strong feelings for him, you should consider why. What he did was terrible. Or maybe to us it’s terrible. I have no idea what it would be like to try to live and work in the turmoil of what’s been taking place in his country over the last few years. You’ve always been