“I can’t wait to hear about D.C.,” I reply.
“Ha! Talk about pants-crapping. Jeez. I was in the room with all those men in suits and I was so nervous, I kept imagining myself hopping on the table and tap dancing like a frog in a top hat.”
“That makes no sense.”
“Exactly. The whole meeting, I was like, ‘fleffer fleegan geebah doobah.’”
I laugh.
“But Jonas was masterful.” She sighs. “Oh, Kat. He’s incredible.”
“Things going well with you two?” I ask.
“Amazing-incredible-never-been-happier-best-case-scenario. Gah! I’m so in love, it hurts.”
I giggle.
“We’re gonna need to do a good-old-fashioned sleepover when I get back so I can tell you all about it.”
“Coolio. I’ll bring the champagne,” I say.
“Hell yeah, you will,” Sarah says. “Seeing as how you’re now a fancymill-i-on-aire.”
“Hey, aren’t you a fancymill-i-on-aire,too?” I ask.
Sarah giggles. “Why, yes, as a matter of fact, I am.” She squeals. “I keep forgetting about that.”
I roll my eyes to myself.
“Okay, I’ll bring the champagne,” Sarah says. “You bring the chocolate.Ifyou can peel yourself away from Josh for a night, that is,” she says coyly. “Have you two gone off like a nuclear bomb yet?”
“Um, yeah, pretty much,” I say, my eyes drifting to Josh’s face. He’s watching me intently, his blue eyes sparkling.
“The good kind of nuclear bomb, I hope?” she asks.
“Is there a bad kind?”
“Uh. Yeah. There is.”
“Well, it’s the good kind, then. The very, very good kind.” I sigh. “Oh, Sarah.”
“Oh, Kat.”
“So when are you coming home?”
“A couple days. We’re gonna swing by New York first to visit—oh hang on.” She says something obviously not intended for me. “Okay, my sweet love, hang the fuck on. Yes, I know.Patience, hunkster.” Now she’s back to me on the phone. “Jonas wants to talk to Josh again. He’s a wee bit amped right now,” she whispers. “He’s kinda bouncing off the walls. God, he’s so cute.”
I laugh. “Okay. But—” My voice breaks with emotion again. “I love you, Sarah. Please just know I love you so much. I’m so frickin’ relieved you’re healthy and safe.”
Sarah’s voice instantly floods with emotion. “I love you, too, Kitty Kat. And I’msofrickin’ relieved, too.”
I hold out the phone to Josh, wiping my eyes, and he grabs it from me.
“Yo.” Josh listens for a beat. “Tonight?” He suddenly looks stricken. “Dude,no way.” Josh looks at me pointedly as he listens again. “Because I have somethingextremelyimportant to do here in Vegas tonight, that’s why.” He rubs his face. “Jesus Fucking Christ.” He exhales. “Fine. But I’ll come tomorrow night, not tonight... . Because I can’t, that’s why, motherfucker... . Because I’ve got something I need to do here in Vegas tonight....So what? You head out to see him tonight and I’ll come tomorrow—no big deal.Because I’ve got something to do, Jonas. Chill the fuck out.” He listens and then grins broadly. “It’s none of your business what it is.” He laughs. “Well, I’m not saying yes or no, but if it were that, then I think you’d agree that’s somethingextremelyimportant.” Josh looks at me lasciviously, like a wolf scoping out a bunny. “Oh, bro, you have no idea.”
My clit begins faintly buzzing.
Josh laughs. “It’ll be fine, Jonas, trust me. When you’re telling Uncle William the news, just hold up a photo of a trout and he won’t even notice what you’re saying.” He belly laughs. “Okay. Bye. You, too. Oh, hey, Jonas?” He pauses. “I’m proud of you, man. Remember the text I sent the other day? Pretend I just sent you another one just like that.” He snickers. “Sorry. I know. Fuck me.” He slaps his cheek hard, making me jump back with surprise. “Yeah, I did it, cocksucker.” He laughs. “Okay. See you tomorrow, bro.”
