Sebastian closes his eyes.
Drew looks between us. “Are you… his girlfriend?”
Sebastian makes a choking sound.
I giggle. “Oh no. Sebastian doesn’t do the girlfriend thing.”
Sebastian opens his mouth.
Drew’s ears turn pink. “So you’re his…?”
“Booty call,” I reply cheerfully. “You could say that.”
Sebastian exhales sharply. “No. She’s not anything like that.” He runs a hand through his hair. “She’s… Ivy.”
I blink at him. Then smile wider. “What would you call us?”
There’s a warning tone in his voice. “Ivy?—”
“Grinding buddies?”
“Jesus.” Sebastian looks at the ceiling like it holds the answers.
“Hand job enthusiast? Cum swallower?”
“Ivy!” Sebastian says sharply.
Drew rubs his face, looking appalled. “My life is messed up. First, my wife files for divorce?—"
“I’m really sorry. After being married for three years, I’m sure that was quite a shock.” My voice softens. “At least you guys didn’t have kids.”
Sebastian’s head snaps toward me.
Drew’s eyes widen. “How do you know that?” He looks at his brother. “How does she know that?”
Sebastian pinches the bridge of his nose. “She’s Ivy.”
“I am.” I stand there with my hands clasped in front of me.
“Does that make her psychic?” Drew asks.
Sebastian ignores him. “What do you want?”
“To see you,” I say. “Obviously.” I step closer and adjust the collar of his coat like it’s second nature. His body goes completely still.
Drew makes a strangled sound.
“She came in through the patio door,” he says weakly. “She just… appeared. Like a ghost.”
“It’s unlocked,” I say, gesturing to it.
Drew stares at him. “You leave your patio door unlocked?”
“For me,” I add helpfully.
Silence. Deep, concerned, judgmental silence.
Drew gestures wildly. “You don’t lock your doors?”
