“I think that’s an amazing idea.”
“I’m excited about it.” I rub my hard cock against her, wishing we didn’t have somewhere to be. “I’m excited about a lot of things lately.”
“Excitement looks good on you.”
“Thanks for giving me a reason to be optimistic.”
She gives me her most innocent look. “All I did was make a terrible mistake and crawl into your bed naked.”
“Turns out that was just what I needed.” I want to tell her something else, but I struggle to find the words. And then I know exactly how I want to say it. “Before you crawled shamelessly and intentionally into my bed, the call from the prosecutor would’ve set me back big-time. I got so I couldn’t bear to hear from him because of the way I reacted to it every time. The calls would take me right back to the horror of that first day and week and month. But this time when he called, I came to you, and that helped me avoid the setback. So, thanks for that.”
“Gage,” she says softly, her eyes glittering with tears, “you can come to me any time you need to. Any time at all.”
“Same goes, you know.”
“I do know, and that’s why I’ve leaned on you this week when my life turned upside downagain.”
I hug her, and she hugs me back, and it occurs to me how perfectly we fit, with my chin on the top of her head thanks to the heels.
Another thought occurs to me. “So, how do we feel about going public with the Wild Widows?”
“I’m up for it if you are,” she says. “I’m not the one who’s been resisting the R-word.”
I give her a playful spank on the rear that makes her laugh.
“I speak the truth, my friend.”
“I think I’m done resisting, if you’ll have me and all my issues and anxiety and neuroses.”
“Since I suffer from many of the same afflictions, how about we have each other?”
Cupping her ass, I press against her. “I’d like to have you right now.”
She laughs as she says, “Hold that thought, cowboy. We’ve got friends to meet.”
“Ugh, if I must. Let’s go.”
We’re holding hands in the car on the way to the restaurant to meet our friends when Natasha’s mother returns the message I left for her yesterday.
“I’m sorry,” I say to Iris. “I need to take this. It’s my mother-in-law.”
“Of course. Go right ahead.”
I take the call on my Bluetooth. “Hey, Mimi.”
“Gage, darling. I’m so sorry I missed your call yesterday. I was at a yoga retreat, and we were cell-phone-free.”
“No problem. How was it?”
“I still can’t find my Zen, but I keep trying.”
The loss of Nat and the girls devastated Natasha’s devoted parents. “Yoga makes me nauseated.”
“I remember that from when you first tried it,” she says, laughing. “You turned green.”
“Remember how hard Nat laughed at me?”
“I do. She was beside herself that you couldn’t hang.”