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“Who did then?”
We both look at the front door. Could the grandmas have brought us water?
“There’s fruit and other snacks in there. It has that jerky you like so much, so I thought for sure you brought all of it.”
I shake my head.
She huffs. “Does that mean the grandma gang is coming in here?”
I grab a bottle of water for myself as she disappears into the bedroom.
“OH MY GOD!” she screams.
I rush in there, abandoning my water bottle on the counter. “What?”
She holds up a box of condoms. “This was in the nightstand, along with this.” She tosses a Kama Sutra book onto the bed. “And this.” A bottle of massage oil comes next. “And I think that’s it. Except for a Bible.” She shakes her head.
I sit on the bed. It creaks and I sink toward the middle. “At least they got the size right.” I point at the XL on the condom box.
She blows out a breath, her hair moving out of her eyes, and storms out of the room.
“What? You know they didn’t tell my sister Posey that the nightgown they gave her was a fertility gown until after she wore it to bed with Gavin. I think we got off easy.” I go back to my water and pour it down my throat.
“Why would four senior citizens who aren’t related to us want us together?”
“This is what Dori and Ethel did. They fixed people up. My assumption is that Dori told Alice what to do. I mean, the woman knows us.”
“She knows what size condom you wear?” She crosses her arms. Damn, I still love the way it pushes up her tits.
The plastic of my water bottle crinkles when I squeeze it a little tighter. “Can you please not do that?”
“What?”
I eye her top.
“You’re kidding me, right? Control yourself, Rylan, you’re thirty years old.”
I swallow the last of the water and smash the bottle between my hands so it’s half the size. I toss it in the black trash can that’s seen better days. Walking over to her, I invade her space and she lowers her arms.
“Do you have any idea how hard this is for me?” I whisper.
She looks up. “And it’s not for me?”
“I’ve loved you since I was God knows how old. Definitely seventeen,” I seethe, wanting to put her over my shoulder and take her to the bedroom, shut the door, and remind her over and over how good we are with one another.
“Me too. God, I still…” She slowly shuts down. “It was mutual. Our breakup.”
I stare at her for a long time. “Was it really?”
Her eyes challenge mine. “Yes.”
I nod and grab my keys off the counter. “Keep telling yourself that, Calista. Maybe one day you’ll believe it.” I slam the cabin door behind me.
I waste no time putting the key in the ignition and racing out of the driveway. Damn it, why does it always escalate so fast between us?
On my way to my parents’ “Stay” by Rihanna comes on and I’m transported to my parents’ basement when we were seventeen.
She writhed under me, widening her legs for me to slide between them.
