And probably fucked her. I’m no saint, and I can admit that.
Thanks, but I would have said no. There’s so much going on here and we’re in deadline mode.
Is that why you’re up so late?
Yeah. I got home about twenty minutes ago and was having some wine to unwind.
Here I was thinking you were on some hot date.
LOL. That’s definitely not the case.
Why LOL?
For one, I’ve been too busy to even consider dating anyone. Two, it doesn’t seem fair to get involved with someone when I’m only going to be here for a few more weeks.
Pity. They say sex is a great stress reliever.
Again, I wouldn’t know since I’m not having sex.
Not even with the redheaded doctor in Kansas?
Ty? No. He’s my boss and a friend.
Wonder if the good doctor knows he’s nothing more than a friend? I shift in the bed, pondering if she’ll play with me a bit.
Good to know.
So, about that night at the pub.
Yes?
Were you just going to let me rub your foot all night?
You knew it was my foot the entire time?
Who else would it have been?
Jasmine!
I knew, Ellie. You looked stressed, and I thought it might help.
It was a good foot rub…
That’s the spirit.
Are you dressed right now?
WHAT?
Are.
You.
Dressed?
Of course I am!
I’m video-calling her as the last text comes through. She answers, her cheeks bright pink. It’s fucking adorable. She’s in her bed in her hotel room, wearing a long gray t-shirt with sunflowers all over it. There’s a glass of red wine on the nightstand next to her.