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It’s hard to focus on her words with all the feels going on. I let go of her hand and shove mine in my pockets to stop from hugging her, and maybe rubbing up against her since that’s what my dick wants me to do. “Which is what?”
She ducks her head again, her voice dropping to a whisper. “To be with you.”
“What about Bushman Tiny Dick?”
“What?”
“Kale.”
A door opens somewhere above us, the metallic clang a reminder that we don’t have much privacy. This is a much bigger conversation than a few minutes in a stairwell.
“I don’t want to be with him.”
“But you let him take you back to Guelph.”
“Because Alex insisted.”
“You were the one who said you should leave.”
The patter of feet coming down the steps halts our conversation. We move aside to let the couple pass.
Su
Another door opens and the sound of male voices filters through the stairwell.
Su
“I have to be back at the airport around six thirty.”
“That early?”
“I have meetings in the morning.” I regret already that I didn’t plan to stay the night, and that I didn’t call her before I came.
“I could drive you to the airport,” she offers shyly.
“That might work.”
“Only if you want me to, though.”
“Sure. That’d be good. Then we can talk.”
“That’d be nice.” Su
“I guess. If you want to.” I open my arms, and she moves into the empty space, clasping her hands behind my back and pressing her cheek against my chest.
I’m already sporting a semi—maybe a third of the way hard. She can’t feel it yet, but if we stand here long enough, she definitely will. She smells like sunshine and that mint shampoo she uses.
Another door opens somewhere below us, and we break apart. Why don’t people use the damn elevator?
“We should go get those snacks.” I open the door and usher Su
We spend the next two hours hanging out in Michael’s room, talking about camp and the upcoming fundraising game. Su
Once treatment is over and Michael’s mom has taken him home, we all pile into Lily’s beat-up Honda civic.
“Can you take Miller and me to Alex’s condo?” Su
“Sure.” Lily smiles from the front seat.
“You talk to Randy lately?” I ask as we crawl through the streets of Toronto toward the lakeshore.
Her fingers tighten on the steering wheel and a flush creeps up her neck to settle in her cheeks. “He called me a few days ago.”
“He did!” Su
“I missed the call. He left a message.”
I keep my mouth shut, but when I get back to Chicago I’m definitely going to mention something to Randy. I think he’s way more hung up on Lily than he wants to admit. I don’t want him to pull his usual crap where he gets involved and then bails. And not just because it’ll cause problems for me and Su
After forty-five minutes, Lily drops us at a huge condo building. It’s not the distance but the traffic that made the ride take so long. Since traffic always sucks here, we’ll have to hit the road right away. At least we can talk and drive.
First Su
She lifts a set of car keys from a hook by the door. “I wish you didn’t have to go so soon.”
“Yeah. Me either.”
“You could catch a later flight.” She peeks up from under blond lashes.
“Is that what you want me to do?”
She flips the keys over in her hands. “Only if you want to.”
We’re here now. We might as well have the conversation I’ve been stupidly avoiding. I call Amber. She checks into alternate flights. There are only two options, and neither gives me a whole lot of extra time.
“Hold on.” I cover the phone. “I can either fly out at nine thirty or ten ten.”
“That’s the latest you can stay?” She doesn’t look happy.
“That’s all they’ve got for tonight. I have meetings in Chicago in the morning.”
“Can you take the ten-ten flight?”
I nod. Amber rebooks the flight and makes sure I have the correct information. The change gives me and Su
I flop down on the black leather couch in the living room and put my feet up on Waters’ coffee table. Su
She starts before I can. “I’m sorry for not trusting you.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
“I should’ve had more faith in you.”
“I can’t change the past or how often pictures are taken, Su
She tucks her feet under her and picks at a loose thread on the knee of her jeans. “So you don’t want to get back together?”
“I didn’t say that.”
She stops fiddling to look at me. “So . . .”
“I’ve been telling you from the begi
“It never had anything to do with me directly before. The rumors were always about Alex and the hooker bu
She has a point, but so do I. “Okay. I can understand how that might have been a problem in the begi
“You have.”
“Then why all the jumping to conclusions? I don’t get it.”
She’s back to fidgeting. “I guess I haven’t been completely up front with you.”
I don’t like the way that sounds. Not at all. Maybe she slept with Bushman Tiny Dick while we’ve been on the outs. Maybe he finally gave her an orgasm with his mini-cock and my orgasm magic isn’t magical anymore. It occurs to me I’ll see her at Vi’s wedding. I’ll have to get drunk to manage, or I’ll bring a trampy date so I don’t have to go alone. I don’t have my honey list to draw from anymore and I don’t want to create a new one.