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“Thanks, Marcie, I’ll be in touch.”
I hang up and call Palmer immediately. It rings and rings and goes to her voicemail. She must have her phone on Do Not Disturb. I pocket my phone, shaking my head, and go back over to the group.
“Trouble in Domestic Ville?” Matt asks with a shit-eating grin.
Harper’s eyes pinch together, and she looks at me. Harper, did you really think Matt Peterson was going to fall madly in love with you and marry you after meeting him at the base of the mountain?
“No. But I have another lesson I have to get to. You want to come by for dinner tonight?”
“Depends, do I get to meet the little lady?”
“Which one?” Harper asks, causing me to turn in her direction.
“Oh, maybe things do get a little crazy in Domestic Ville?” Matt eyes me.
“Theresa. Palmer is just Adley’s mom. We’re not involved like that.”
Harper rolls her eyes and smiles. “Yeah okay, you keep telling yourself that. Come on, ladies, let’s go check out the halfpipe. Bye, Matt. Bye, Hudson.” She waves her gloved hand and all of them head in the direction we just came from.
“Ignore her. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”
“Sure, she doesn’t. Text me the address and time and what to bring. I’ve been dying for a home-cooked meal.” He slaps me on the shoulder. “In the meantime, I’m going to work up an appetite.” His eyes follow a woman walking on her own before he turns and waves, falling in line with her.
I shake my head and walk toward the bunny hill where I’ll be teaching little kids for the rest of the day. On the way, I pull out my cell phone and message Theresa with the hopes that she can come over and cook a meal Matt will love. I have a few things in my repertoire, but Theresa is a master in the kitchen. Plus, it’s our two nights where both our girls are with their other parent.
My new client is coming over for dinner tonight. I’m willing to wager a deal if you’re willing to cook.
The three dots appear.
Tell me the new client isn’t spending the night too.
Does that mean you want to be paid back in the bedroom?
Maybe.
How about I do the dishes and then I do you?
Sounds good. I’ll stop at the store on my way over.
Thanks. ;)
When we first started dating, Theresa was more casual and carefree. Sure, she’s always been a type A personality, but it wasn’t directed my way. The longer we’ve dated, though, the more that aspect of her personality has bled into our interactions, so I don’t bother suggesting something for the meal tonight. I’ve never dated anyone so persistent about having things a certain way. Someone who can sometimes have a hard time going with the flow. Someone who is a tad uptight in the bedroom. Things are good there, but we’re not rocking the bed and shattering glass with our screams. Shit, the one and only time I was with Palmer, we broke the bed and tore the curtains off the rod, and she almost ended up with a concussion.
I laugh to myself, remembering it even through the alcohol haze I had throughout.
But I tell myself that this is a mature relationship. Who cares if our sex isn’t mind-blowing and out of this world? I still enjoy it and that’s what matters.
“Hudson!” a group of kids scream.
I pocket my phone, heading over to the little people who make me feel like a rock star. My life is great, and I can’t let Matt make me second-guess that. We’re two very different people.
