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The whole thing with my mom had put the Nigel issue into much needed perspective.
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I phoned Esther and told her what had happened.
“Oh, my fucking God. I’m going tomurderthat woman.”
“Then you’ll both be in jail.”
“I fucking hope they lock her up. What’s the likelihood of that?”
“I don’t know…probably not high. But she’ll be scared enough to stay the fuck away from me. I can’t see her risking police involvement again if she manages to evade any consequences this time. She’s got too much sketchy stuff going on.”
“Yeah,” she said. “Are you okay?”
I was sitting in the living room and Alastair had the fan over the stove turned on, so I knew he couldn’t hear me.
“Except that I’m craving a cigarette pretty fucking badly, I’m pretty good,” I muttered. “God, Esther, you should have seen Alastair. He went all caveman on me. I barely had time to figure out what was going on, and he was standing in front of me, protecting me. He put that beautiful, Dominant body in between me and her, and I think I kind of died right there. It wasamazing.You’re the only other person who’s ever dared get between me and her.”
She sighed. “I’m glad Alastair has your back.”
“He’s making me pancakes right now.”
She laughed. “Toby, he’s a total catch. Don’t let him go.”
“I won’t.” I cleared my throat. “I made an official statement to the police.”
“You did? How did that feel?”
“Kind of scary…but all kinds of right.”
“Awe, babe. I love you so much.”
“Thanks. I love you, too.”
“I gotta go. But we need to go out for drinks with your man. Text me.”
“I will.”
A stack of pancakes was exactly what I needed after yesterday. Alastair watched me slather them with butter and syrup.
“What?”
“I should have served them in a bowl,” he said.
“Next time,” I suggested, and he laughed. I gave him a grin. “Hey, I happen to like messy, sloppy, goopy things in my mouth.” I popped a dripping piece of pancake onto my tongue and chewed blissfully.
“You…are disgusting,” Alastair said, stabbing another piece of pancake off my plate and plopping it into his own mouth. He made choking sounds and his eyes bugged out. “Holy shit. I’m going to get diabetes.”
“Don’t be so dramatic.” I leaned over to wipe a bit of syrup from his chin.
If we weren’t careful, Nigel would arrive in the middle of a full-on fuck-fest.
But we were too tired from the night before to do anything but lounge around until a strange car pulled up and let the stunningly gorgeous Brit out onto the drive.
“He’s here,” I said, peering out of the window as he strode toward the door.
I’d elected to go full-on Toby Dunn for this rendezvous. That meant silver sparkly leggings with a pair of fuzzy socks and a baby blue cable-knit sweater that exposed one shoulder. I had also put on the dog collar because, fuck it. I’d outlined my eyes in black kohl and gelled my hair into an artful mess. Alastair had gasped his approval when I’d come downstairs and promptly pulled me into his arms for a hungry kiss. It was a good thing I hadn’t put on lip color. Although, come to think of it, him opening the door to Nigel with my lipstick all over him would have been a-mazing.
