the birth of the children.
Taking a sip of her drink, Emily pondered for a moment. “Hmm. I can see two possible solutions.” Brianna looked excited. “You can start sprinkling some dried red spider plant on your food. That stops fertility.” She knew full well this worked, since that was exactly what she had taken since her last stillbirth. “The problem, of course, is avoiding the red spiders.”
“Oh blast! The boys won’t let me go anywhere near any plants, not after the incident with the wildershrub, when I got some of the toxic sap on me.”
“You could send them out to get some leaves themselves,” Emily suggested hopefully. The look Brianna gave her back told her it wasn’t going to happen.
“What’s your next solution?”
Emily made a face. “Hmm. You could try leaving them. I’m sure they’d track you down and insist you return home. And you could demand sex as a condition of returning.”
“Wouldn’t work.” Brianna shook her head emphatically.
“Oh?” queried Emily.
“There’s three of them. All they have to do is pick me up and tie me to the wagon. They’d cart me back home whether I wanted to go or not.”
“Hmm. I see where you are coming from.”
“Isn’t there anything else I can try?” asked Brianna plaintively.
“Well, you could do some reverse psychology.” When Brianna looked blankly at her, Emily explained further, “You know, start flirting with other men.”
“Whaaaat! Me?”
Okay, judging by the other woman’s response, that suggestion was not likely to be on the cards.
Emily rolled her eyes as she chuckled. “Yes, you.”
“You’re not suggesting that I…I have sex with other men are you?” Brianna’s voice dropped so low on the word “sex” Emily nearly missed it.
Ha! I’m the only woman in town who has sex with men not my husbands. At least I don’t have sex with other women’s husbands. This conversation was getting a little close to the bone.
“No way in hell!”
Both women jumped. Emily swore as she slopped her drink on the floor, and Brianna fell off her chair.
It was Curt. He hurried over to help Brianna up and held her face tightly in his hands. “Who are you having sex with?” He shook her. “Tell me!”
Emily could see poor Brianna was stunned, so she quickly dropped her glass on the table, stood up, and thumped him on his back. “For heaven’s sake, Curt. Would Brianna, of all people, have sex with someone else?”
He turned to look at Emily, his angry expression dissipating as her words penetrated. “Well, who then…Oh.”
She scowled. Clearly he thought they were talking about her.
“Please let your wife go and then apologize to her.”
Curt abruptly released Brianna and ran a nervous hand through his dark hair, his face showing his remorse.
But Emily hadn’t reckoned on Brianna having a tantrum and watched in amusement as the younger woman gave Curt a shove on his chest, so much so that he staggered back a few steps. “I don’t believe you thought I was having an affair with someone else. How could you? Curt Hollis, I hate you!”
“Well, what did I overhear then?”
Emily could hear the frustration in his voice and decided it was time for her to intervene. “I was suggesting ways that Bree could use to get all of you to start making love to her again.”
She’d forgotten what a hot-tempered person Curt was. Brianna had been a good influence on him. Until now. He glared at Emily. “What, by having sex with someone other than us ?”
Brianna had enough and stormed out, growling as she went.
Shaking her head, Emily explained in exasperation, “No, you idiot. All I was proposing was that she flirt with someone to get your attention.” When Curt looked at her with incomprehension, she continued, “She needs you to start making love to her again, or you will lose her.”
“But she’s just had the girls.”
“That was seven months ago. For God’s sake. Go to her.”
Pushing him out of her room,