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“She did. She also taught me how to make a woman come with my tongue.”
“Wow.” Skye rolls her eyes, but she’s laughing again. “Guess we’re both lucky we had great teachers, huh?”
“I was fifteen my first time.”
She’s just taken a sip of wine, and my announcement makes her sputter and cough.
“Fifteen?”
“Mmm.” I nod. “Yeah. She was a freshman in college. Did some volunteer stuff at my high school. We had sex under a grand piano.”
“I think I’ve heard it all now.” Skye swallows the last of her wine and puts down her glass. “Your sister has a very different picture of you. Do you know that?”
I shrug. “Do you think I want to talk to my sister about my sex life?”
“No.”
I know Chloe thinks I’m different. I spent my childhood indoors, only going out when my dad made me. It was never enough that I could shoot three pointers with him or hold my own in a game of tennis. He wanted an athletic, overachieving son. Imagine his disappointment. I’ve always been quiet, and while I’ve had a lot of women, I don’t date. And it’s just not something I want to talk about with Chloe.
“What next?” I ask her. This time I reach over the table and link my fingers with hers.
“Will you show me The Hep Cat?”
She speaks softly, dragging her teeth over her lip, as if she’s afraid to ask. Like she thinks she’s barging into personal space that I want to keep separate from her. I love the idea, and the fact that she asked to see the place gives me a warm, almost tender thrill.
Maybe I should order a pour of scotch before we go.
“Yeah.”
“Really?” She blinks and turns her hand over to squeeze mine.
“Let’s go.”
It’s not a long drive, but it’s Friday, and there’s traffic. Skye fiddles with my radio but ends up turning it off and dropping her hands to her lap.
“Why’d you do that?”
“I don’t know what you want to listen to.”
I hate that she didn’t ask me. Like I’m an ass about music, and she’s afraid to broach the subject.
“Play the CD,” I tell her and nod at the stereo again. She does as I ask, and so we’re driving to the sounds of Jefferson Airplane.
“You have very eclectic tastes, don’t you?”
“I love music,” I tell her again. “I love to listen to everything.”
She laughs softly as we ride in silence for a few moments.
“What?”
“Jane,” she says simply.
“We do have a Jane thing, don’t we?”
When I park in the street in front of the Cat, we get out and Skye looks around with big eyes.
“I’ve been by this place a hundred times and never paid any attention,” she says as I pull my keys from my pocket. “That bakery is awesome.”
