Free Insecurity and a Bottle of Merlot by Bria Marche Page A

what I pictured. We can be neighbors soon. How fun would that be?”
    “To be honest, Sasha, I can’t wait to sell my house and move in with Aaron. You’ll understand what I mean as soon as you see his place. Okay, get ready. I’ll call you back in ten minutes. Out.”
    Sasha tossed her wish list in her purse and threw on shorts and a tank top. She sat at the bathroom vanity and braided her long, black hair. The humidity did strange things to it otherwise. Mia called back and said she was on her way. Sasha went outside and waited on the porch for the familiar sound of Mia’s Camaro to come up the street. That car couldn’t be confused with anyone else’s. The deep sound of the exhaust was as distinct as a person’s fingerprint.
    “Hey, Mia. Thanks so much for doing this, I really appreciate it. I want to have a vision in my head when I explain to Mr. Redmond what I’m looking for,” Sasha said, as she climbed in the passenger seat. “Ouch! Son of a bitch, this seat is hot. I think I just burned the back of my legs off.”
    “Sorry, hon, the seats are black leather. It’s also ninety degrees outside. So you’re meeting with one of the Redmond brothers?” Mia asked, with a smirk on her face as she backed out the driveway.
    “Yeah, why? Is there something wrong with them?” Sasha was worried now, and having second thoughts.
    “Which one are you meeting with?” Mia asked, still smiling.
    “Josh. I guess he takes care of the buyers, and his brother Jake takes care of the sellers.”
    “Oh, he’ll take good care of you, I guarantee it,” Mia said, with a chuckle.
    “What the hell does that mean?”
    “Okay, I’ll stop toying with you since you haven’t lived here long enough to know the stories. I’ll give you a quick rundown of the Redmond brothers of Tarrytown. Josh and Jake are twins. They’re fraternal twins, so they don’t look that much alike, but my God.”
    “My God, what?”
    “Those boys are the Tarrytown tramps. Every woman in Westchester County that has a pulse, has either had sex with one, or both of them, or wished they had.”
    “Oh gross. That sounds too much like Jack. I’m going to cancel the appointment with him,” Sasha said, now thoroughly disgusted.
    “No, go ahead and meet with him. It should be a real trip. They’re both good at what they do,” Mia said. “In real estate, I mean,” she added, laughing. “You have to meet them, Sasha. They’re both really gorgeous. Even if you don’t hire Josh, you’ll get a free lunch. Where are you meeting him?”
    “At Tony’s Club. Should I cancel?”
    “No, just go. Take notice of all the women staring at you though. Tony’s fills up at lunchtime. It should be a real kick to see how many girls are drooling and wishing they were in your shoes.”
    “Oh for God’s sake Mia, how hot can he be?”
    “Hotter than that seat you’re sitting on. He’s smokin’ hot, sister… and I mean smokin’ hot. Wavy blonde hair with summer streaks in it, enormous brown eyes, dimples to die for, and a perfect tight ass. You get the picture.” Mia turned onto Aaron’s street. “Okay, enough about the Redmond boys. Pay attention now. Isn’t this the prettiest street you’ve ever seen? Living on Oak Terrace Lane is like announcing you’ve arrived. It’s one of the most beautiful streets in town. And check out the houses. If you want traditional, here it is, sister. There’s cottages, craftsman style, Victorians and awesome bungalows. Okay, here’s Aaron’s house. What do you think from the outside?”
    “Oh my God. This is exactly like the image in my mind. It’s like a storybook house.”
    “Isn’t it? In my opinion, Aaron has one of the nicest houses in town, other than the big mansions, that is. This home was his grandparents place, then he bought it after they decided it was too much for them. They were so happy to keep this wonderful house in the family.”
    “I can see why. Look at that porch, Mia.” Sasha gasped as