I smiled at him.
His eyes dropped to my smile, and he murmured, “There it is. Growth.”
Seriously?
How was that the nicest thing a guy ever said to me?
I was about to share that I was cognitively, decisively inching closer to very ready to share some very private things with him, and we might want to try out some of the preliminaries to see how they fit, when my phone buzzed with a call.
We both twisted our heads to my nightstand.
My cell had a picture of Tex behind the barista counter in the coffee cubby. He was smiling like the scary, lovable lunatic he was.
And over the picture it said, Tex Calling.
“Shit, Tex never calls me,” I muttered.
Gabe reached for my phone and gave it to me.
I took the call.
“Hey, Tex. Is everything all right?”
“Have you and Stark…” There was an alarming gurgle like he was literally vomiting, and then he finished, “Sealed the deal yet?”
“Oh my God, Tex!” I snapped. “No! And stay out of my sex life.”
“Fuck, I’m out. Lucia’s out. And Luke’s out,” he mumbled. “And I don’t feel warm fuzzies about telling Luke Stark he lost that kinda bread.”
With that he hung up on me.
Yeesh.
How much was a buy-in on that bet, anyway?
“The pool?” Gabe asked.
“The pool,” I grumbled.
Gabe chuckled.
Feeling it as well as seeing it and hearing it, I wondered if it, along with his smiles and grins, were so hard to come by because of whatever was behind what happened yesterday morning.
I’d barely come to terms with the fact my Pessimism/Cynicism/Caution was seriously messing with my Will the Real Willow Knightley Please Stand Up Mojo, I was in no place to tell Gabe I was there with him yet so I could find out if it was true.
I had to think on this.
I had to see if I’d booted one of my personalities.
I might have to talk to Shanti or the whole girl gang about this.
And this delay in learning what big bad Gabe might be harboring so I might be in the position to help him deal with it (or at least stop those nightmares) made me cranky.
Though, I couldn’t deny it felt good he gave it up so easily about that other chick.
And it felt better knowing she was history.
“Now what’s in your head?” Gabe murmured.
