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Waverly would not tell Champ nor the therapist about Nicole. She refused. Wynonna was right. If they couldn’t solve their problems from the beginning how would adding a bombshell help it any more or less. The first month of therapy had progressed better than Waverly expected. Champ had taken her to dinner and even agreed to a vacation that fall in Vermont.
After being praised by the therapist at the steps they were taking to reclaim their relationship, Champ backtracked. The words of encouragement from that one session satisfied Champ’s already inflated ego. In his my mind, he had tried hard enough. He was finished. His next work consultations were starting to line up. When Waverly noticed the week they were supposed to be in Vermont that Champ was going to be in Colorado, she brought it up to him. Just like before there was an excuse for how big of a job it was. It would lead to more consultations. She reminded him it was part of their agreement. He simply replied, “You don’t care about how important this client is to my career.” He then stormed out of the room. After that one spat, Champ became cold and distant once again.
It had been eight weeks since Nicole had left. More than once, between meetings at work Waverly would find herself staring out the floor to ceiling windows trying to find the beauty of the city by the bay. How had it seemed so bright and full of wonder during those three days yet now it was just like any other city she had been to? It had its quirks, but it was not that unique. Unintentionally, her hand landed on her side gently caressing a spot that had healed.
“You’re thinking about her again.” Chrissy startled Waverly as she walked beside her at the window peering out just as Waverly had been.
“I’m working on things with Champ.” Waverly said sternly shooting Chrissy a glance that dared her to say anything else.
Chrissy took the dare. “You always reach for that same spot when you’re thinking of her.” She waited until Waverly looked at her again making sure their eye contact did not break as she spoke. “There’s no doubt in my mind you love her. How many doubts do you have about how much you love him?” Chrissy turned on her heel and quickly walked away leaving Waverly to drown in those doubts.
A few nights later, Waverly was sitting on the couch staring out the window of her living room. Champ had left the day before heading to his consultation. For almost two months now they had been going to the therapist. Their session the week before Champ left had delved into their sex life. Champ was determined there was nothing wrong in that part of their life. As Waverly expressed her interests, he looked on in dismay. “Those fantasies may work great on paper, but they’re not real Waverly.”
“Are you even willing to try?” She was exasperated. She knew this time he was wrong. She had experienced everything she had just described and found herself gloriously fulfilled for the first time afterwards.
“It’s like the stories of Doc Holliday. It’s great for entertainment purposes, but it doesn’t exist in the real world.”
Waverly looked over at the picture of her and Champ sitting on the table next to her complete history of gunslingers. She picked up the frame staring at the fake smiles plastered on both her and Champ’s face. Her teeth clenched together as anger coursed through her. She flung the picture as if it was a Frisbee. It landed hard against the wall, the glass shattering before falling across the floor.
Waverly walked back to the couch plopping down. She picked up her phone and opened it. Her finger glided over the secure folder. When it prompts her for her fingerprint, she hesitates momentarily. Her finger covers the sensor opening the contents. She finds herself scrolling until landing on the picture of Nicole bathed in moonlight with the sheet barely covering her. She smiled and felt a warmth slowly start to take over. She had not looked at the pictures since starting therapy. She had thought it would be counterproductive. After the last session, productivity be damned.
Her hand laid softly on her side. Live your life for you. The voice in her head echoed again. Her phone rang causing her to jump. She quickly scrambled to answer the call from her sister. She hoped it wasn’t another call for bail money. In a few words, everything changed. “Baby girl, It’s time to come home. Curtis passed away. Gus needs us.”
Wynonna was already with Gus by this time. The thought crossed Waverly’s mind as she tried to find a comfortable position on the couch. Wynonna had only been a few hours away from Purgatory when Gus had called her. Wynonna had called Waverly as soon as she had heard. As they said their goodbyes, Waverly heard the familiar roar of a Wynonna starting a motorcycle before the line went dead. As the call was ending, Waverly had started combing websites to find a flight out that night. There was nothing until the wee hours of the morning. She busied herself by throwing together a carry on bag. She placed it by the door, set her alarm for a few hours from then, and laid down on the couch. The sleep she desired was replaced by her mind running rampant with the decisions she had made in her life.
Maybe she should’ve stayed in Texas. She could’ve been there for Curtis. Maybe she should’ve at least went back to visit more often. Maybe she should’ve followed Nicole home. At least then she would have seen him one more time. Nicole. No, she quickly pushed the thought of the red head from her mind. She tossed and turned, new questions torturing her with each attempt at sleep. When she thought she could take no more, the alarm blared from her phone causing her to jump nearly knocking the phone from the coffee table.
One cab ride later, she stepped up to security her heart racing. The memory of Nicole walking through the same line she was about to enter, headed to the same place she was now going, made her sick. She took an audible gulp and stepped forward. The process was rushed through so quickly that her mind didn’t have time to fully dwell on the past. Only when she was through it did she start trying to breath normal once again realizing that her mind took a brief break, but her body had not. She found her gate with little more than an hour before boarding.
Nicole had no reason to respond. Waverly had shut her out. Nicole had said anything you need, but that was before Waverly agreed to therapy with Champ and cut Nicole out of her life. Waverly typed out the message anyways. With the early hour, she wasn’t even sure if Nicole would be awake. Even if she was, Waverly didn’t anticipate a response. If sending this message was screaming into the void, Waverly decided to do so at the top of her lungs. She hit send.
W: Nicole, I need you.
To her shock her phone started buzzing. Before Waverly could speak, Nicole’s voice drifted into her ear. “I took the call about Curtis. Waverly, I’m so sorry.” She didn’t find the hate she had expected but instead real concern. She slumped down into the hard plastic chair at the end of the row. “Thank you” she barely eeked out.
For the first time since receiving the call of her uncle’s death, Waverly broke down crying. Everything had been surreal until this moment. Hearing Nicole say it somehow made everything real. She had hidden everything the past few weeks. When she looked in the mirror she no longer saw her face, but a mask she had created to please everyone else. She hated that version of herself. Her mind floated to her uncle, the man who had always encouraged her to follow her dreams. He had always told her she was bigger than Purgatory, Texas. The day she left for college, he sat her down on the porch and gave her one of his pep talks. “You’re a good kid, Waverly. You’re going to make mistakes. That’s just part of life. Just make sure to right them.”
Nicole had been silent while Waverly cried. Waverly could still hear her breathing on the other end of the line. It was a comfort she felt she didn’t deserve. Waverly thought of the pain she had put Nicole through. Despite it, Nicole was still on the other end of the line allowing the brunette to let everything out. She knew she had made a mistake before, this moment confirmed it was the biggest one of her life. Waverly choked hard on the words she had to say next.
“I was wrong Nicole. Therapy was a horrible idea. He confirmed what I knew when I was with you. There isn’t a relationship left. He believes everything I want, everything I need, is a fantasy. I know it’s not though. You showed me that. I screwed up in attempt to make everyone happy but myself. Sorry is too cheap of a word. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I at least had to say it.”
“Where are you Waverly?” Nicole asked. Her voice still softened with concern. Waverly took a deep breathe. Nicole didn’t address anything she had just said. It felt as if a knife had stabbed into her chest sinking deeper and twisting. Waverly knew this was her fault. She didn’t deserve Nicole’s forgiveness, but at least she had tried. She attempted to calm her voice before she spoke.
“The airport, I have a flight to board in forty-five minutes.”
“Alone?” A hint of surprise dripped into Nicole’s voice. Waverly caught it. “Yes, alone. Champ’s in another state, but even if he wasn’t, he’s the last person I want with me right now.” She sighed leaning back against the cold plastic once again, “He never loved the real me. I’m done being someone I’m not.”
There was silence on the other end of the line with the exception of the breathing confirming Nicole had yet to disconnect the call. Maybe Waverly had pushed things too far continuing a conversation Nicole had let drop moments before. Nicole had yet to give any indication of her feelings. The same soft voice fell into her ear again. “When do you land?”
Straight to business once again. The knife twisted just a bit more. As empty as she felt inside, she decided that it was fine. She would learn to live with this mistake. Eventually. “One forty-five in Dallas.”
“Is anyone picking you up?”
“I’m calling Wynonna when I land. She’s already at Gus’ house.” Waverly couldn’t understand why Nicole was asking so many questions, but she would keep answering them as long as it kept Nicole on the other end of the line. She heard Nicole take a deep breath.
“Wynonna is definitely hung over this morning. Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t her normal rowdy self, but she had more to drink than I have ever seen her hold before.”
“Earps don’t get drunk...” Waverly started. Nicole stopped her mid sentence with a laugh. “But we both know they are not immune to hangovers. More than once I have been the one who released Wynonna after a night of binge drinking. She’s not picking you up. I’ll be at the airport Waves. I’ll take you to Gus.”
Nicole called her Waves. The sound of the nickname removed the knife from her chest allowing her heart to begin working again just in time to skip a beat. “Nicole, I can’t ask you to do that.”
“You didn’t. I told you what I was going to do.” Nicole’s voice had a playful tone to it. “God, I’ve missed you Waves.”
“I’ve missed you too.” Waverly spoke softly into the phone.
Nicole sighed, “I forgive you. Honestly, I forgave you the moment I read your text. You hurt me unlike anyone ever has, which just proves how much I love you. I still stand by what I said before I left. You have a lot of tough decisions to make. Make me the final decision, then we’ll go from there.”
“Thank you Nicole. I will see you soon.” It wasn’t the response Waverly had hoped for, but it was far from her worst fear. “I’ll be there Waves. Have a safe flight.”
When she noticed the free WiFi on the plane, Waverly decided to take advantage. She pulled her laptop from her bag. It had been a last minute decision to grab it, one she had questioned more than once until this moment. Now she was glad she had it. Nicole was not her last decision. She was her first. The first message was to Chrissy.
W: I need a divorce lawyer.
C: Are you sure this is the right time to make this decision? I know emotions are running high, but I want to make sure you won’t regret this.
W: Yes, I am sure Chrissy. Losing Curtis has put a lot of things in perspective. You were right. When I wanted comfort, Champ was the last person I wanted. Also, are you still looking for an apartment? Mine is about to come open.
C: You’re leaving too? What about your job? Your friends?
W: Eight weeks ago, I should have divorced Champ, jumped on a plane to Texas, and never looked back. I made a mistake then. We both know it. My priorities have changed. I’m going to do whatever it takes to earn Nicole’s forgiveness. Are you going to help me or do I need to find someone else interested in my place?
C: Jeremy Chetri, he’s the best in the city and a personal friend. Mention me when you contact him. I’ll help you move your stuff. In the meantime, go get your girl. I’m proud of you for finally pursuing what you really want.
W: Thanks Chrissy.
Waverly didn’t expect a return email so quickly, but she was pleasantly surprised. Over the course of the flight, she answered any questions Jeremy posed. Waverly had prepped the documents she needed for divorce before she had asked for one the first time. She had every document Jeremy needed ready to send. Forty-five minutes before Dallas, Waverly was reading over the paperwork Jeremy was heading to file that evening. She sent back her approval. Jeremy was making a few phone calls to make sure Champ was served a copy of the papers where he was currently working.
She debated forwarding the email to Nicole. Instead she decided to wait. There was still a decision left. She felt better for just a moment before the overhead speaker announced their descent into Dallas. A cold streak shot down her body reminding her how this all started. She looked around her. The seat in the middle was empty. The guy sitting in the aisle seat had been asleep since takeoff. Waverly inhaled before beginning to whisper so quiet that no one else could hear.
“Hey Uncle Curtis. I’m sorry I didn’t come home as much as I should have. You always said I was bigger than Purgatory, but I’m starting to think I wasn’t. I just needed to see more of the world to know that leaving might be fun, but home is where the heart is. Home is Nicole. You would like her. Actually you may have liked her, we never got to discuss her. Or how I feel for her. Or how happy she makes me. I really Earped it up, but I’m doing what you said. I’m making it right. You always believed in me. I won’t let you or her down again. Oh and don’t worry about Gus. It’s my turn to take care of her.”
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Waverly ran down the stairs at the airport towards the flash of auburn hair she saw through the crowd. Nicole turned just in time to catch Waverly in her arms. Waverly felt Nicole pull her closer to her as she gently set her down before taking a step back. Waverly took Nicole’s hand and pressed it against her side. Fire broke across her skin where Nicole’s hand rested against her shirt.
“You never left me and yet I left you. I should have went with you when you left, but I didn’t. Anytime I was stressed or just needed reassurance, I would find my hand here.” With that Waverly’s hand pressed Nicole’s further into her side. “I would think of you and then when Wynonna called...” Waverly was cut off by Nicole caressing the side of her face. Nicole’s thumb rubbed away the tears falling down her face. She leaned into the touch.
“I’ve got you Waves. Let it out.”
With that Waverly found herself wrapped in Nicole’s arms again, safe for the first time since she had left that morning eight weeks prior. She allowed herself to feel everything without holding back. She was coming home to bury the only father figure in her life. Her aunt, would be devastated. Waverly knew it was time for her to be the strong one, but in this moment, Nicole had her. Nicole was her strength.
The ride from the airport was mostly silent. As they had left the airport in Nicole’s truck, Nicole had put her arm around Waverly’s shoulders pulling the brunette close against her. Waverly settled against Nicole breathing in the scent of vanilla. It surrounded her completely lulling her into a deep slumber. Nicole drove allowing Waverly to sleep. It was only when they turned down the dirt driveway that Waverly roused up. Her vision adjusted to a view she had not seen in the last five years. Time had not touched the house. It looked as it did when Waverly was twelve.
“We’re already here?” she groggily asked as she stared out the window.
“Yeah Waves, we’re here.” Nicole’s voice was soft as she reached down to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
“You let me sleep against you?” It wasn’t that Waverly was objecting to it, just surprised.
Nicole just shrugged it off. “It looked like you really needed it.”
Waverly shook her head, “You really didn’t have to do this.”
Waverly knew this side of Nicole existed in a stark contrast to the other side she had experienced. It still left her dumbfounded each time.
“I’d do a lot of things to you.” Nicole’s voice went dark and deeper for just a second before she caught what she had said.
“You mean for me?” Waverly teased knowing the voice and the look from their first night together.
Nicole’s eyes widened for just a moment. The shock quickly turned to reflection on what Waverly had just said. She replied, “That too.”
In that moment, Waverly knew how she wanted to thank Nicole, but they were in too fragile of a place for her to push things. Nicole helped her out of the truck. She reached into her backseat pulling the carry on out. “Let me take this inside for you.” Nicole offered.
“You’ve already done so much. I can get this.” A thought entered Waverly’s mind. Before she could question the decision, she reached up kissing Nicole on the cheek. She noticed the blush instantly color Nicole’s cheeks to match her hair. Nicole dipped her head for a moment before letting out a chuckle. “I’m not sure what I did to deserve that.”
Waverly picked up her bag heading towards the porch. Before her foot touched the first step, she turned her head back over her shoulder making sure Nicole could see the grin on her face before she spoke. “It was only a kiss.” As she took the first step, Waverly could hear Nicole laughing. The truck door shut, the engine started, and in a moment all that was left of Nicole Haught was a trail of dust.
Wynonna arrived back from town not too long after Waverly embracing her sister. The next few days would be a blur of funeral arrangements and family. Like clockwork each morning, Nicole would show up with hot tea and pastries for Waverly before disappearing. The interactions were always brief, but each time Nicole went to leave, Waverly would kiss her cheek and relish in watching the blush bloom across her face. After the first morning Waverly would wake up and wait on the porch until she saw the truck coming up the drive. Each day as Nicole drove away, Waverly returned inside to be the planner she had always been.
She made sure the arrangements were what Curtis would have wanted. She coordinated the florist and made sure Wynonna didn’t stay too hungover to help. Gus had most of it under control before Waverly arrived, but she willingly relinquished it to Waverly. Gus needed time to mourn even if she didn’t want to admit it.“He would love anything you arrange.” Gus had told her before placing the rest of the decisions in her hands.
On the morning of the funeral, Wynonna stepped out on the porch just after Nicole had left. “Is it too much to ask your girlfriend to bring your sister a coffee?”
“Maybe if you didn’t stay up so late drinking, you wouldn’t need the entire pot to get through the day.” Waverly shot her sister a look, but followed it with a smile. The smile was a remnant of Nicole having just been on the porch and the gentle kiss on cheek.
Wynonna feigned being offended. “You grieve your way, I’ll grieve mine. That whiskey is not going to drink itself, therefore should not be wasted.”
Gus walked out onto the porch with her own mug of coffee. She took one look at the cup in Waverly’s hand and the dust trail left by the truck speeding off into the distance. She then shook her head and sighed. “For the last two months Nedley has been telling me he was afraid he was about to lose a deputy. She’s been at Shorty’s drinking almost every night since she returned from her vacation.”
Waverly’s eyes dropped to the ground. “I hurt her.”
“Oh I’m perfectly aware. One night while she was good and drunk, I decided to poke the bear. I thought it would help Nedley get his deputy back. Instead, I found out about you two. It’s funny though, for the past few days, her stool has been unoccupied. Wonder why that is?”
Waverly’s face changed from horrified to a blush in just a matter of seconds. “There’s a lot for us to discuss. I’m working on it though. I’m still not sure she has forgiven me completely.”
“You act awful dumb for being such a smart kid sometimes.” Gus took another drink of her coffee. “That girl would move the world for you. You’re just too blind to see it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to.”
“Wait Gus. There’s something I need to ask you.” Waverly’s voice shook. What Gus said next would determine Waverly’s future. She was understandably nervous.
“Come on out with it.” Gus was still a gruff personality in the mornings. Especially before her first cup of coffee was finished.
“I overheard you talking about selling Shorty’s. I was wondering if someone was to step in and help you run it if that would change your mind? Maybe someone who spent some time working in the bar before.”
Gus’ eyes softened. “I think that might set my mind at ease about the situation. Is there someone you have in mind besides this one?” With that Gus pointed directly at Wynonna. “If she’s the solution, we’ll be bankrupt in a week.” Wynonna feigned shock for a moment before thinking about it. Wynonna sighed before mumbling, “Okay yeah you’re right.”
“How about me?” Waverly asked half smiling at her aunt.
Gus placed her hands on her hips cocking her head to the side. “Let me get this straight. You want to come back to Purgatory and help run Shorty’s instead of staying with your corporate job you bragged about in the big city?”
Waverly stood up a little straighter. The nerves left her voice. The void filled with confidence. “My home is no longer there. My home is here with the people I love. We both know I can run that bar. I’ve done it before. I don’t want to see the place Curtis loved so much sold to a stranger. I can even live in the apartment above the bar so I’m always there if needed.”
Gus took in what had just been said. Gus was always ready to trade barbs, but at the mention of Curtis the fight left her. “Why live above the bar? Why not live out at the homestead with your sister? She’s been remodeling it. I’m sure she could use the assistance…and positive influence.”
Wynonna’s eyes quickly shifted between the other two women on the porch before landing on Waverly who had opened her mouth to speak, “You’re restoring the homestead?” Wynonna was full of surprises, but this was one Waverly would have never guessed.
“I might have tore down a few walls and replaced a floor.” Waverly could tell Wynonna was trying hard to downplay what she was doing. “It doesn’t look exactly the same anymore.”
“That’s probably for the best.” Waverly laughed remembering the disrepair it had been in the last time she explored the family land. “It’s going to take some work, but yeah I think you have as much of a right to the place as I do. What do you say sis? Wanna have a permanent sleep over?”
Waverly didn’t respond, but instead wrapped her arms around her sister pulling her as close as she possibly could. Only after Wynonna gave in and hugged her back did Waverly speak. “Thanks Wynonna.”
Gus looked between the two sisters. “I guess that settles it. I have things to do.” Gus walked back in the house leaving the sisters alone on the porch. Waverly stepped away from Wynonna staring off at the drive leading away from the house, one hand firmly holding her cup of tea, another holding the spot on her side.
Wynonna cleared her throat, “So after everything, Haughtpants and you are?”
“I’m not sure.” Waverly took a drink of the tea steaming in her hand. “I filed for divorce from Champ. I was told they were set to serve him the papers this morning.”
“About damn time.”
“I’m just afraid it’s too late for her.”
“She brings you tea every morning. She brought you here from the airport letting you sleep against her the entire time. She’s a saint for putting up with your drooling all the way here. How much proof do you need? I get it, you’re scared, but all she wants from you is to be yourself and be happy. You need to stop trying to please everyone else. Only whiskey can do that. You’re not whiskey. Figure out who and what you want, then go for it.”
“Thanks Nonna.” Waverly leaned into Wynonna’s shoulder. Wynonna looped her arm around her sister bringing her closer to her. “So about the nicknames..” Waverly began.
“Baby girl, I’m just getting started.”
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The evening after the funeral, Waverly approached the door of a house she had never been to very carefully and knocked. When Nicole answered, her jaw hit the ground to see Waverly in the sundress she had bought her holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses. A manila envelope was tucked under her arm. “We have a lot to discuss, but let’s start with opening this.”
Nicole just stood to the side as Waverly entered her home. They walked to the kitchen table where Waverly sat down the two glasses and then the envelope. Waverly opened the bottle and poured two glasses. She handed one to Nicole taking the other one for herself. “Champagne is for celebrations. Are we toasting Curtis, because I had him pegged for more of a beer kind of guy.” Nicole teased Waverly as she stared back at the vision before her. Waverly scooted the envelope across the table so it rested in front of Nicole. Nicole sat down in the chair closest to where she was standing. She looked at the envelope and then back at Waverly for an explanation.
“First, so you know I’m serious this time, Champ was to be served with these papers this morning. Based on the angry voicemail I was left earlier, he’s gotten the message.”
Nicole pulled the documents out to see the divorce filing. Nicole then jumped at the sound of Champ’s voice angrily barreling from Waverly’s phone.
“You stupid tramp. I moved to San Francisco for your ass and this is how you repay me? I knew I should’ve stayed in Montana with the last girl I was fucking. Oh did I forget to mention, I have been cheating on your frigid ass for the last four years. So screw you.”
Waverly watched as Nicole’s face contorted into one of anger and disgust. As cute as it was to watch, it was the last emotion she had wanted to elicit from her. She wanted her to know everything. Waverly placed her hand gently on Nicole’s arm redirecting her focus back to Waverly. When their eyes met, Waverly continued.
“Second, I’m done. I’m done searching for what I want. I found it. I’m done with my job. Yes I make great money, but it has brought me nothing. You’re looking at Shorty’s new manager. She needs me. I’m done with San Francisco. Unless you’re there with me, I’m not going back. Wynonna is working to restore the homestead. I’m going to be staying with her. I’m done pleasing anyone else but me.”
“So where does this leave us?” Nicole asked before she took a sip of the champagne. Waverly sighed, “It leaves us wherever you need us to be. Maybe we could start fresh. Start dating perhaps?”
“Waves I have some bad news for you.” Waverly’s face dropped at Nicole’s words. The few months had been time to move on or change her mind. After what Waverly had done, she couldn’t blame her. Nicole held up a finger to stop any thoughts Waverly could finish before continuing.
“The bad news is I don’t start dating someone I’ve already said I love you to. That’s working backwards. So how about we pick up where we left off? Let’s see how we can make things work without a penthouse?”
Nicole scooted back the chair and motioned for Waverly to sit in her lap. As she settled into Nicole’s lap, their lips connected. The kiss was soft and sweet, exactly what she needed after a few days of hard emotions. She tried to push all of her emotions into the kiss. She needed Nicole to know just how serious she was this time. “For the sake of honesty, Nicole Haught, you were not my last decision. You were my first. That is as it should have been eight weeks ago. From now on you are first in my life and be damned with everything else.”
Nicole pressed their foreheads together as a mischievous smile crossed her face. “I’m not normally this forward, but considering our past, I’m making an exception. You’ve had a rough few days. How about I take your mind off of it?”
“Exactly how do you plan do do that?” Waverly had noticed something in Nicole’s tone that had become playful matching the grin. She had made sure her tone matched Nicole’s in a way that was unmistakable.
“I need a shower, but from what I remember of our last shower together, it’s a good place to start.”
“Are you suggesting...”
“...That we start in the shower and keep going until I fuck you into a senseless pile of jelly? Yeah that’s exactly what I’m thinking.”
With that Waverly straddled Nicole in the chair and begin making her way down the side of her neck planting kisses and light nips. Nicole’s hands landed on the bare skin above her knee and started ghosting their way up her thighs. Waverly’s phone on the table started ringing.
“Ignore it.” Waverly breathed into Nicole’s ear as she worked her way back down.
The ringtone went off again, Nicole glanced over at the screen. “Waves, it’s Wynonna.”
“Shit tickets.” Waverly dipped her head to Nicole’s shoulder before turning around to answer.
“Hello?”
“Hey baby girl. Can you and deputy Haughtcakes pick me up at the sheriff’s office? Stupid Carl...”
Waverly just shook her head and stopped listening. It really didn’t matter what Wynonna or Carl did. She knew this call like the back of her hand. “Nicole, we have to go. Wynonna’s at the police station.” Waverly sighed. Leave it to Wynonna to interrupt her reconciliation sex.
“We?” Nicole quirked an eyebrow. A smile formed popping those damn dimples Waverly loved so much.
“Yes WE. The sooner WE get her out, the sooner WE can get off.” Waverly wriggled her eyebrows and turned to walk towards the door. She smiled brighter at the sound of the chair falling over as Nicole hurriedly grabbed her keys stumbling across the living room to catch up to Waverly. It was good to be home.