23
The next morning, Jerome and Wren stepped out of the shower to hear voices coming from the living room. Jerome was just about to say something when Wren put her fingers to his lips. She whispered in his ear.
“Shhh. I want to listen.”
She tiptoed over to the bed and put on her panties and Jerome’s shirt. He looked put out.
“I can’t go out there flashing my boobs now, can I? It’s alright for you. You’re a bloke. It doesn’t matter if my brother sees your chest, but he’s not seen me topless since I was about ten years old, and he’s not going to start now.”
“Boobs?”
“My breasts.”
“Ah. Another nickname. So many to learn.”
“Forget my boobs. Fox is out there.”
“Your brother? That’s alright. Let’s go and say good morning.”
“He’s not alone. He’s talking to somebody.”
“How can he be? We
