And now he was gone…maybe forever.
Chapter Thirteen
“Let me get this straight,” Jodie said later that day. She fluffed the coils that she had spent several hours fixing after being at Visage without appropriate products. “He shows up in your room to see you, and you flip?”
“Sort of,” Reyna said.
“You’ve been mooning over him for however long you were in that hellhole. You get out of said hellhole. Then your dream man shows up for you. And what do you do? Turn him away?”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Seems that simple to me,” she said, lounging back on Meghan’s bed. They’d dragged a cot in for Jodie to sleep on until they got her a more permanent place. “You know what you should have done?”
“What?”
“Fucked him.”
Reyna choked on her laughter. It felt nice. Waking up in the middle of the night from a nightmare and confronting Beckham hadn’t been her best move, but his choice to completely avoid her questions and act like a total stranger hadn’t been that great, either.
“I’m for real,” Jodie said when Reyna didn’t respond.
“I know you are, but…I don’t know. It wouldn’t fix everything.”
“It would sure as hell fix the lack of orgasms.”
“I can’t argue with that.”
“’Course you can’t.”
“But come on, wouldn’t you argue with a guy who was possiblyengagedto someone else before sleeping with him again?” Reyna asked.
Jodie tapped her finger on her lips. “If I’d just gotten out of prison and been on a dry spell, I’d probably have to think about it for a second.”
Reyna stared up at the white spackled ceiling. “What do I do?”
“If you want sage advice from a girl who has been locked up for longer than you, I’d say find him and fix things. We both know that time is fickle and we might not make it out of this.”
Reyna knew that Jodie had been in Visage alotlonger than Reyna had, but she had never come out and asked about it. She figured there was a lot that Jodie wasn’t ready to talk about.
“I know,” she finally said. “I just want the truth.”
“And you’re willing to give it, too?”
“I don’t know.”
“Going to have to give to get,” Jodie said, flicking a lock out of her eye. “You want him to be open, you have to be prepared to open up about what happened.”
Reyna hated that she was right. Couldn’t she forget Visage and move on?
“I could tell him, but he’s not going to be happy.”
“Are you happy about the little you know about what he was doing those eight weeks? No. And you know what…it’s simple. If you open up and he still doesn’t, you dump his ass.”
As if it were that simple.
“I probably should have done things differently,” Reyna said.
“Well, that’s obvious.”
