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“I think so?”
He smiled at me with his eyes. “You will. I’ll make sure of it. Goodnight, curly.”
He bent his head and kissed me gently, tugged one of my curls, and left, ordering me to lock up over his shoulder.
Chapter 25
Walls
Willa
Junie picked me up shortly after eight o’clock Saturday night. She looked as beautiful as always and she was giddy.
“What’s going on with you? You’re practically buzzing!” I asked, swinging into her car.
She turned to me, her eyes alight, and squealed, “He went! He went to the Love Shop and bought me treats!”
I laughed but felt sad at the same time. Sad that this beautiful, sexy, vibrant woman had felt less than, all this time, simply because she was a tiny bit sexually adventurous.
“Oh, yeah?” I asked smiling, “what did he get you?”
“He won’t tell me!” she twittered happily, “he just laughed and said he’s looking forward to playing with me,” she paused, “do you know how long I’ve waited for someone who’s not afraid to play with me? Push the limits just a bit? Help me to discover what I like?”
Her voice broke on the last word, and she laughed at herself.
“It’s silly, I know it’s just sex, but it’s always been important to me and every man I’ve gotten serious with has tried to lock me into the virgin bride box.”
“It’s not silly, not at all,” I soothed, “you want to be seen and wanted for who you really are, and fun, kinky sex is part of you. It makes perfect sense. Nobody likes to feel that they are less than, Junie, nobody.”
She nodded, staring out the windshield of her parked car.
“You’re right, you know. Somewhere along the line, getting that same message over and over, I started to think that there was something a tiny bit off with me.”
“There absolutely is not,” I stated firmly, “and Lenny is an extremely lucky man.”
She smiled. “That’s exactly what he said when we talked about it. He said I’m a dream come true, and, Willa, I do not hold back with him at all. I say what’s on my mind, I don’t try to be anything other than who I am, and he says I’m a dream come true.”
“You can’t get better than that, Junie,” I assured her softly.
She started the car and we talked of other things, but in the back of my mind, I wondered if Barrett didn’t want someone who was a little more sexually aggressive. Maybe I would ask him. He could tell me what he wants, and I could do it. I could give that to him. Junie told Lenny what she wants. I decided to broach the subject later.
We got to the bar not even ten minutes before the start of the show. Barrett was backstage, setting up the recordings as usual, while Lucky, Lenny and Sarah got comfortable up front.
From a distance I saw Sarah scan the tables in front of the stage and smile like a satisfied cat. I was about to burst her happy bubble and that did not suck. It hit me suddenly that I was jealous. I’d never been jealous over a boyfriend before. It was not a welcome development.
The more you want something the harder it is to lose it and I’d worked hard to cultivate thanksgiving for what I was sure I could keep in my life. Barrett was not one of those things, not yet, maybe not ever. He might tire of me. I could screw things up. There was no telling what could happen.
The hostess led Junie and me around the back of the bar to our reserved table. I sat down with an eye to the stage, so I caught the moment Sarah unhappily registered our presence before she looked away.
“Someone’s not happy,” Junie grumbled beside me, her arms crossed over her chest.
I acknowledged Junie, “I see that.”
“Is what she’s wearing even legal?” Junie continued to complain.
I wasn’t sure. Her black pants were painted on, her shirt not much more than a handkerchief covering half of her front. She must have used some serious double-sided tape because there was no way that thing stayed in place by itself.
I caught Lenny watching Junie from his drums and he was smiling affectionately.
