Other than that, I’d already gotten Grace something small, and I made cards and ordered small generic gifts to send to my clients and certain contractors I wanted to keep on my good side. So,technicallyspeaking, I was ahead.
“You gonna get Lucas something?” I asked Callie as we walked out of the perfume shop.
“Yeah.” She sighed. “I just don’t know what.”
“He seems like he’s fairly easy to shop for.”
“Not at all. What do you get the man who has everything, and if he doesn’t have it, he could buy ten of them on his own?”
“Oh, poor him. Being a billionaire issohard,” I teased.
Callie chuckled. “Shut up.”
We continued down the cobblestone streets; downtown Bayport was decorated to look like a winter wonderland, minus the snow. We rarely had snow; the last time was four years ago. I was okay with that, though. I wasn’t big on it—it was too cold for my liking.
“So…how are things going with Lucas anyway?”
“Good.”
The smile she was suddenly wearing told me things were more than just “good.”
“Spill.”
“There’s nothing to spill,” she said. “We’re just…friends. Again.”
I chuckled. “You two will never be ‘just friends’. There’s too much history. Too many unspoken words. Too much lost time to make up for.”
“You’re in an awfully romantic mood. Who are you, and what have you done with my best friend?”
“Shut up,” I playfully scoffed.
She chuckled. “I’m just saying, you’re not usually so…sentimental.”
“Well, clearly, I’m living vicariously through you these days, and your squishy romantic heart is rubbing off on me. It’s gross.”
Callie laughed again. “Living vicariously through me doingwhatexactly? Nothing romantic is happening in my life, and my sex life is nonexistent.”
“The lack of romance is only a matter of time. You know it. I know it. And the lack of sex is your own damn fault. You could message Lucas right now and ask him to fuck you, and he’d be at your house in ten minutes flat with zero questions asked. You can’t convince me otherwise.”
The amount of times I’d seen Lucas undress Callie with his eyes, even before they reconciled, was astounding. If I had a man look at me the way he looked at her, I’d probably be a goner.
“Wait, so you still haven’t gotten laid?” Callie asked through a quiet laugh.
“Idid…but then I fell right back into my slump, and that’s exactly where I’ve been for the last two months.”
“Well, call up the guy who got you out of it before. Maybe he’ll help you out again.”
I practically choked on the sip of the latte I’d just taken. “No,” I rasped. “Absolutelynot.”
“Why not? Was he no good?”
She had no idea she was asking me aboutWesley. And I wasnotabout to openthatcan of worms. Maybe someday. Today was not that day. “I mean, it was…they were quickies.”
“They?” She grinned. “So it happened more than once?”
“Yeah, just twice. Both quickies. Nothing to rave about. They got the job done and gave me a temporary reprieve from my vibrator.”
“Damn…” Callie giggled. “Nothing to rave about?Ouch.”
