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"Well, I'd better get on the road. I have a couple of hours to drive to New London."
"Who's in New London?" Calla asked. I realized I hadn't been specific about my plans.
"My mom lives down there. My sister, Vic, and I are surprising her for her birthday this weekend. It's tomorrow."
"Where does your sister live?"
"San Diego. She's kind of like you, now that I think of it. She's doing marketing out there for one of the big companies."
"Oh, cool. I bet I could learn a lot from her."
When she said that, I felt a pit build in my stomach. I knew then I definitely wasn't ready. I didn't feel comfortable with the thought of introducing Calla to Vic. Too early.
"Yeah, maybe someday you'll meet her. I mean, I barely see her myself." Calla seemed to sense the change in the air and didn't push it.
She stood up and grabbed both of our plates and cutlery. I picked up the mugs and glasses.
"Well, I'll get on my way."
"Did you want a ride?"
"No, that's fine. I think I'll enjoy the walk home. It's not that far."
"Okay, if you're sure."
"Absolutely sure."
We filled up the dishwasher and I walked her to the door and opened it. She turned, planting a soft kiss on my lips. God, I could pull her right back upstairs…
"Have a great weekend and I'll see you on Tuesday."
"See you." And I closed the door. Closing the door felt wrong, but I had to get going. I sighed a big sigh. What the hell was I getting into?
Driving my black Genesis GV70 on the open road was a treat. 99% of my life was spent in the bowels of downtown Boston. Heading toward New London on the Connecticut coast was a little over two hours of just being in my own mind and seeing the wide open spaces bordering the interstate.
I had a lot of things to think about. A complicated surgery coming up later this week, organizing the next mission for F2 where we go and do a week of surgery in a developing nation, and the financial reports that needed finishing. And Calla.
Thoughts of Calla were swirling around my head, blocking out all the other thoughts and not allowing them to stick in my head for longer than a few seconds. I couldn't release the feeling of her soft skin, her peachy full ass, hearing her moans, her cries of pleasure, seeing the ecstasy on her face. She was gorgeous. But I kept reminding myself… she was only 25.
Did that matter? If it felt weird, why did it matter to me? It was something I needed to unpack and this trip might be great for it.
The phone started ringing in my car. Hugo. I clicked the button on my steering wheel to accept the call.
"Hey, Hugo," I called out.
"Mate! How's it going?"
"Fine. Just left Boston, heading for the coast. Gotta see MamaBear. It's been a while."
"Say hi to her for me. It's been a while since I've seen her." All of us knew each other's families, having spent a lot of years going through school and work together. Only when we got into work, all of our time with our families decreased. Work was busy, and we were in the phase of life that we were all pretty pumped about what we were building. Besides, all of our families benefitted from our success in some way or another.
"You and me both. Plus, Vic is coming."
"Vic? Shit, man. How old is she now?"
"30."
"Fuck. We're old, man."
