She smiles. “Bye, Beau. Have a good day.”
She didn’t say yes to the date, but she told me about her ex, and I got a healthy peek into her life.
It feels like a win.
10
Beck
Nothing will calm him but the boob.
“Icouldn’t do that,” I say to Goldie through the phone as I wash pears in a strainer at the kitchen sink. Jett is strapped into his high chair, chanting “bo-bo-bo!” as I fix breakfast.
“Why not?” she asks incredulously like it’s all so simple. I remember being in the comfortable position of “happily” married, listening to her guy problems while I secretly thanked my lucky stars that I wasn’t in the position to decipher texts and read between the lines.
I huff. “Because that’s like a total breach of his privacy.”
“Beck, he calls you for a ride twice a day just to spend time with you and keeps asking you out. We can swipe his number from the app.”
Goldie is currently trying to convince me to take Beau’s phone number from theWheel Get Youapp and text him.
“Come on,” Goldie begs. “He’s a nice guy who really likes you, Beck.”
“He’s admiring a single slice of me, Goldie. He hasn’t seen the rest of the messy, crumbly crusted-pie that is my life.”
“What if he likes messy pie?” she asks, and I can almost hear her eyebrows raising suspiciously.
“Are we still talking about my life, or has pie become a euphemism for my vagina?”
“Ugh!” Goldie snorts. “I don’t want to talk about your messy vagina. It’s bad enough I’m forced to stare at your tits when we’re together.”
“No one is forcing you. You choose to ogle them!” I laugh, touching a hand to my breast at the mention. Jett nursed an hour ago, but I feel like I could pump. “You just reminded me; I think I need to pump.”
The other line beeps. “Hey, a weird number is calling me, and it may be about the space,” I say to Goldie.
She was beyond thrilled I’d found a place and signed a lease. I’m pretty sure she and my parents are going to throw a celebration when I quitWheel Get You. I can’t decide if it’s truly all based on my safety that makes Goldie hate it or if the snotty part of her just doesn’t want her friend driving a rideshare.
I love Goldie, but sometimes, she gets caught up in what other people see as opposed to how she really feels about things.
“Call me back later, and don’t forget, I’m coming back down to see you soon.”
I end the call with her after quick goodbyes and click over to end the nagging beep.
“Hello?”
“Hello, is this Rebecca Reid?”
“This is. May I ask who is calling?” If this is one of Dustin’s lawyers, so help me god, I will fucking lose it. The last time we made legal arrangements I couldn’t sleep for two weeks; it was so stressful. And the last time he swore was just that–thelastfucking time. After all, he signed away his rights.
“This is Donald Sodie over atWheel Get You.”
Huh. I signed up as a driver, filled out forms, sent images of my license and my insurance cards, my vehicle… but never did I ever talk to an actual human. With so many drivers under their umbrella, I figured on-boarding had to be quick and impersonal to keep things moving. So why is Donald Sodie fromWheel Get Youcalling me right now?
“Okay,” I say awkwardly.
“Listen, we had a report that you’re driving with an infant in your car. Is that accurate?”
“I bring my eight-month-old son with me on my calls, yes. But he’s secure in a child seat and everything.”