“I did. Well, I didn’t. Technically Easton did.”
My eyes squeeze shut for a second. “Then tell him to figure out another one. We are not going to be known as Pecker.”
“I thought it was okay. And there really aren’t any other options. I mean… Denelope sounds like a species of deer. Declope sounds like a drug. Pecker is really the only option.”
“Decker…stop saying it, or it’s going to stick.”
“Okay.” His warm chuckle echoes in my ear.
“I wish you wouldn’t have let that Jordan get it out of you.”
I hear his sigh through the phone. “It was time.”
I get it. I do. I want to be out too, but not at his expense.
“Hey, we all want to get the hell out of here and get home. Can you take it out on me in bed, preferably naked?” There’s a calmness in his voice.
“Decker!”
“It’s starting to turn me on when you call me by my full name. Does it turn you on when I call you Penelope?”
“Actually, it doesn’t.”
“I’ll stick to Pen. I’m by the locker room. Call you when we take off, and we can discuss all this when I get home. Okay?”
I blow out a breath, but I can’t have him missing the bus or the plane. “Fine.”
“I love you, Pen.”
“I love you.”
“Say it.”
“Say what?” I ask.
“You know what.”
“No, Decker, I do not know.”
He just laughs. “Love you so much, and I can’t wait to kiss you on the streets of Chicago in front of everyone.”
Oh boy, he’s too good. I have no response to that.
“And carry Hazel when she gets sleepy at the zoo.”
“You’re too smooth for your own good.”
“And just think, I’m all yours. Pecker forever.”
“Decker!”
He laughs and hangs up.
I grab my laptop, sending another email with the hopes that the asshole answers this time. Especially since he’s going to hear about my relationship with Decker. Then again, maybe he’ll actually respond to me now. Bastard.
Chapter
Fifty-Four
