Instead of texting back, I call her.
“Lucy, it’s nearly nine a.m..”
“I wasn’t aware I called for the time,” I laugh.
“You were supposed to call last night and tell me about your date. Since you didn’t, I can only draw one conclusion. Please tell me you’re not falling for him again. I’m worried about you.”
I can’t blame her. She saw how destroyed I was after Cody left. “Don’t worry. I’m much older and wiser now,” I assure her.
I’m met with silence. Pulling the phone from my ear, I make sure the call is still connected. “Hello?” I ask.
“You didn’t deny falling for him.”
I sip my coffee. “I can’t. I’m falling for him again.”
“Oh, Lucy. Be careful.”
“Connie, things are different now. We are both adults who know what we’re getting into.”
“But isn’t he only here temporarily? What happens when his job ends?”
Connie is not someone who can live spontaneously. I blame that on her being an attorney. She always needs to know where things are going, what the plans are, and who all is involved. It’s great when planning events or a night out, but I’m realizing it may not be so great when it comes to whatever is going on with me and Cody.
“He’s said he’ll figure it out.”
“Do you believe him?”
“I do.”
A sigh escapes her lips. “Remind him that if he hurts you again, I’ll make sure his body is never found. And make sure you tell him I’m a lawyer and know how to get away with it.”
I laugh. “Thanks, but I don’t think that’ll be necessary.”
“If it is, give me a call.”
I hear the bedroom door open down the hall.
“Hey, I need to go,” I whisper. “I’ll talk to you later.”
Cody walks into the kitchen wearing jeans, an unbuttoned shirt, and bare feet. The man looks like every woman’s wet dream.
My gaze moves to his face, and his smirk.
“You know, it’s going to be hard for me to take this slow if you keep looking at me like that.”
I smirk. “Slow is overrated.”
He steps close to me, and I trace the ridges of his muscles with my fingers.
“Really overrated,” I murmur as I move my hands up and wrap my arms around his neck.
His phone rings, and he pulls it out of his pocket to check the screen.
He sighs. “I’m sorry. I have to take this.” He steps away and I immediately miss his warmth.
“Hello?” His brows furrow. “What? Weren’t you watching him?”
I try to listen, but I can’t make out the other side of the conversation.
