My face flamed. “That’s what you’re into?”
“Babe, you could wear a paper bag and I’d still want to fuck you.”
“Will you feel that way in a few months?” I asked quietly. “When my body starts to…look different.”
“Woman, I can’t wait for your body to start changing.”
“You mean it?”
“Yeah, I mean it. To see you growing my kid? Damn right, I’ll love it.”
I paused. “You make it hard to remember why I’m supposed to be mad at you.”
“You’re not mad at me.”
I sighed. “No. I’m not.”
“You miss me.”
“Maybe.”
“You miss my dick.”
“Definitely.”
“You miss my mouth between your legs.”
“Uh huh.” I got up from the couch and headed to the bedroom.
“What else do you miss?”
I bit my lip and closed the door to the bedroom. “Why don’t we do this over video chat, and I’ll show you what I miss.”
* * *
“There’s something different about this pie,” Duke said as he took a bite.
“Something bad?” I asked.
He shook his head. “No. Not bad. It’s fucking delicious. I just can’t put my finger on what’s different about it. It’s apple, but it doesn’t taste only like apple. It’s salty.”
“There’s cheese in that pie,” I said, taking a sip of tea.
Duke paused. “Cheese? No kidding.”
“It’s a big thing in New England. Apple pie with cheese,” I explained.
“Well, damn.” He shoveled in another bite.
“I have to stop off at the bakery real fast and then go to the bank.”
He nodded. “Then you’re going to Leather and Ink, yeah?”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s like I have a tracking device on me. Did Slash tell you?”
“No. Mia did. I’ll come with you.”
“You don’t have to,” I said. “It’s shopping.”