Page 37 of One Wild Wish

“I don’t know…” But my body did. Anticipation tightened my lower belly, heat gathering. Still, I didn’t make a move.

Ainsley, however, did. She snatched my phone from the table.

I shoved my upturned palm in her face. “Give it here, Ainsley. I’ll call him when I’m ready.”

“I’m staging an intervention and calling now. And if you don’t want people going through your phone, you should lock the thing.” She squinted at the screen. “You did say his name was Jimmy, right? Because it’s not here.”

Things just kept getting better. “He used a different name.”

She twitched her button nose. “What name?”

Why, why, whydid he have to be so persistent, programming Six and toying with my mind? I could tackle Ainsley and reclaim my phone, or feign ignorance, but she had on her “don’t mess with me” face. I wouldn’t win this battle.

“Six,” I said.

“Six?”

“Yes. Six.”

“Like the number?”

“Exactly like the number.”

Gwen plucked the phone from Ainsley, the two of them intent on cracking Jimmy’s code. “Is he like a divergent? Like Four? What’s with the number?”

Lying and diverting their attention tempted me again, but they’d caught the scent of juicy gossip, the hint of my drama like tossing a live chicken to wolves. “He claims he made me orgasm six times.”

Gwen sipped the last of her wine, placed the glass down, and slid it aside. “Honestly, the fact that you don’t remember that night is a travesty. We need to remedy this situation.” She raised my phone, but hesitated. “Does that mean you came from oral?”

If there was a God. “Supposedly, and give me my phone. I’ll text him.”

“Damn,” was all she said, and handed it over

I could back down, stash my cell and make a break for it, but these two hound dogs were out for blood. And fighting the urge to see Jimmy again was a losing battle.

My text was short and sweet.

Me: Are you around?

Jimmy: At work. Get off in an hour. You should come by.

I chewed my cheek and flexed my toes, then I wrote back.

Me: Sure.

Time to discover the woman I was meant to be. Once he sent the address, I stuffed my phone away and faced the girls. “I’m meeting him at work.”

Ainsley clapped. “Excellent. When should we leave?”

Come again?“I must have heard you wrong, because it sounded like you said we.”

Her bright eyes shone with glee. “If we leave this in your court, you might chicken out and do your overthinking thing. I also think we should suss him out. Make sure he’s not messing with you before another round of Naked Twister goes down.”

On that note, I stumbled after them, unsure how I’d lost control of the night.