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“Not tonight.”
“We could …”
“Yeah, baby, we could. We need to plan a little better. And just so you know: I usually fall asleep by 7:30.”
We turned to look deep into the lakes of each other’s eyes. She dried the last of my tears from my cheeks.
I had to know for sure, “Will you be with me tomorrow? In my bed, with me, for the night?”
She only sighed into my neck as she stroked my arm, “I thought you’d never ask. Condoms?”
“Got ‘em.”
I grinned, “I’m warned: You’re an early-to-bed girl. Let me get you home safe and sound.” I called a car.
Samantha gazed at me, “I … tomorrow I’llalso…”
Snuggling up to her, I whispered, “I know. Early to bed and then …”
“Early tobed!”
We laughed. I called a car.
As we waited for it, I gazed into her face. She warned me, “I’ll bet you a baker’s dozen of your favorite cookies that Davie and Jerry are on the front steps of our house waiting for me.”
As we rode the very short distance to her house, we agreed: I’d come to her in her bakery kitchen at the opening. My usual time.
The only other allusion to coming into my bed was, “Leighton? Sex? Been a long time for me.”
“Me, too, darlin’. We’ll pretend to discover it again. Together.”
Samantha was right. David and Jerry were outside waiting for us.
I’d met Davie and shook his hand. She introduced me to a handsome, very well-dressed overweight man, Jerry, as “my brother-in-law, uncle, blood brother, Dad, and God’s own angel” while Davie beamed at the homage to his husband.
I shook their hands and introduced myself to them, saying, “I work and live in the building next to the bakery.”
Then I kissed Samantha (sort of) chastely on the lips and wished them all goodnight.
Before I left I thought to give the men my business card. You never know.
I didn’t learn till much, much later that David had run a background check on me while waiting for us to show up.
I liked them!
As I was driven back home, I thought, “Baby! She called me baby!”
Samantha
Iwas on cloud nine. He didn't have a girlfriend! He didn't have a wife. And he wanted to be with me.
At home in the four-bedroom townhouse we shared, I went through my evening routine. Davie and Jerry blessedly left me be. But when I was in my jammies I went—as I had been doing since I was eleven years old—to give each of them goodnight smooches on the cheek and a hug.
A twenty-year habit is hard to break.
Barely out of the room, I heard Jerry stage-whisper to Davie, “Our little girl has arealboyfriend. Do you think we should get theshotgunout?”
I burst out in happy laughter but kept going down the hall to my main-floor room.
