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“We can watch that anytime. You should totally go. He seems to like you.”
“I like him too,” I admit.God, do I like him.
A wistful smile ghosts over her lips. “You should’ve seen him when he showed up at the party.” She shakes her head slightly, almost like she still can’t believe it. “He looked ready to torch the place. Asked if anyone hurt me. I think if someone had, he would’ve ripped off their arms.”
Now I like Dex even more. “He’s kind of intense.”
One corner of her mouth slides up. “So are you.” She lets out a loud yawn.
I pat her arm and stand. “Night, kiddo.”
“Night.”
I run downstairs and methodically check to make sure each door and window in the house is locked. I grab my phone. No message from Dex yet.
Upstairs, I quickly change and slide into bed. I’m almost asleep when my phone softly dings.
Dex: Home.
In the dark and in my sleepy state, I’m not sure what to write back. Then it comes to me.
Thank you for tonight.
* * *
Consciousness slowly creepsinto my brain the next morning.
My phone blinks, announcing I already have a text.
Serena: How was dinner?
The answer requires a phone call. Not a text.
Serena’s quiet, musical laughter greets me. “Oh boy, Emily. The answer must be good if you had to call to tell me how your not-a-date went.”
I briefly close my eyes, thanking the universe for the happiness in Serena’s voice. When we first met, she always seemed so unsure and fearful. Now, she’s confident and glows like a damn light bulb every time I see her. I love it.
“First, how are you feeling?” I ask.
There’s more laughter, then a rustling sound, like she’s shifting to get comfortable. “Tired. Uncomfortable. Ready for this baby to make his grand entrance. Please talk to me about something other than babies.”
“Serena.” I take a long, dramatic pause. “The man made me comethreetimes without either of us even taking off our clothes.”
“Whoa.” She chuckles softly. “Impressive.”
“It was. He’s just…”
“Wait a second,” she gasps, and I roll my eyes, anticipating what she’s about to say. “What happened to waiting six months to get to know him before things get physical?”
“Technically,” I say with all the dignity I can gather, “Ihaveknown him for a few months, so it’s not like I let some random dude in my panties.”
“True,” she agrees.
“And he’s a friend of your husband-to-be, so theoretically, he’s been vetted to a certain degree.” Even though she can’t see me, I lift my chin in indignation.
“Also true.” She’s quiet and in the background, I detect atick, tick, ticking,and I can picture her tapping her nails against the phone as she contemplates what she wants to say. “Gray has a very high opinion of Dex. He seems to like the two of you together. A lot.” She snorts. “Although I have a feeling he’ll warn Dex that if he hurts you, there will be hell to pay.”
“Aw, really?” Why does that make me feel all mushy inside? “Well, I guess I’ll forgive him for moving you so far away from me.”
