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“Yeah? Now?” Sea Bass asked me.
He looked me over. I wasn’t in any shape to go to dinner without a shower first.
“I guess. Melly’s invited me to eat at Bridget and Mav’s place.”
Thethump, thumpof the tossed log cut through the air.
“Too far to the left,” Saint muttered, disappointed in his toss.
The caber had to be tossed so the top hit the ground, then toppled over as close to perfectly straight as possible. It wasn’t about distance, but direction.
“Mav? The James Inn, right?” Sea Bass knew him from that project. The inn’s construction finished over the winter and the place had been open for about two months, although the landscaping was on hold until spring. We’d already edged all the flower beds and dumped the good soil, but plants were on standby. Currently, we took care of their snow plowing and starting in the summer, we’d handle the mowing and all groundskeeping. It was a big contract.
“That’s him.”
I thumbed a response to Melly.
I’m tossing logs with my brothers.
She wrote back a few seconds later.
Mal wants to know if you’re wearing a kilt.
I grinned. Sounded like Mallory was there, too.
If I come to Bridget’s place, it’s outside of the contract.
I’d have sex with Melly anytime, anywhere, but she was pretty adamant about our agreement. When I came upon her in her bedroom this morning, she’d beenmasturbating. Even at gunpoint, I couldn’t have walked away from that because of location issues, so obviously I’d had to make immediate modifications to the contract.
But this was dinner.
You’d be coming for dinner. Not sex.
We were thinking the same thing. Still… if our arrangement was just sex, because why could it be anything else since I wasn’t sticking? Getting to know each other and meeting her friends was meant for relationships.
I wrote back.
You’re the one who would be coming, sweet girl.
I imagined her blushing as she read that. I couldn’t help typing out those teasing words and grinned as I did.
“Why does D have that weird fucking smile on his face?” Deek called to Sea Bass. “Did he just fart or something?”
I ignored him and continued to stare at my phone wondering if Melly being a dirty girl extended to texting.
“He’s texting with little Melly Harwood,” Sea Bass yelled back.
“Stop calling her that,” I muttered, waiting for the little dots to appear indicating Melly was typing back.
“You going to punch me in the nose over that, too?” Sea Bass asked.
Saint and Seth came over, grabbed their beers. Now I had an audience.
“Are we all standing around watching him text a girl?” Deek asked.
“Yes,” the others said at once.
“Not just agirl,it’s Melly Harwood,” Saint added as if we were in fourth grade.
