“There’s a Starbucks up the hill,” I nodded toward the door. “Go see for yourself.”
“Should I make a left at the bear shit?” he smirked. “Or keep going straight?”
“Neither,” I shot back. “You make a right at the rock shaped like a giant dick.”
Bodie, seated beside him, actually chuckled. He had his feet up, black socks and everything, and looked more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. I also noticed he was reading a newspaper. Anactualnewspaper!
“Speaking of giant dicks…” Sawyer said confidentially, “I was washing mine in the shower, just now. ‘You have fun last night?’ I asked him. And he said yes, yes he did.”
I played it casual. “Your dick said that?”
“Oh yeah,” answered Sawyer. “He also told me he wants to go back on that ride again.”
I grabbed the coffee pot, entirely unflustered, and topped myself off.
“Your dick’s a he?”
Sawyer looked back at me and shrugged. “Of course. It would be kinda weird if it were a she, no?”
“Well, when you put it like that,” I chuckled. “I guess so.”
Carter came in just then, rubbing his hands together. The weather was picking up. It was getting cold outside fast.
“Turns out you were right,” I nudged him, on the way through the door.
Sawyer frowned. “Right about what?”
“He said you’d drop a joke about last night,” I confirmed. “He also said that joking around’s your only real defense mechanism, and that you use it to combat your own deep-seeded insecurities.”
Sawyer’s jaw hit the floor. It was all I could do not to break out laughing.
“You said allthat?”he glared at Carter. But Carter laughed.
“No, numbnuts, she’s fucking with you.”
Bodie laughed again, and this time he put the newspaper down. He took his glasses off, leaned forward, and glanced at Carter.
“Did you tell her yet?”
“Tell me what?”
“Soo… we wanted to run something by you,” said Carter, slowly shifting his gaze back to me. “We were thinking of staying in today.”
“Staying in?”
“Yes.”
“No skiing? No snowboarding?” My body was actually a little hopeful at the thought.
“Nope.”
“I wore you out, didn’t I?”
Sawyer laughed. “Not a chance.”
I wondered for a moment if that were it. We’d stayed up late — seriously late — and the taking turns thing had extended our lovemaking deep into the wee hours of the morning. The last orgasm I remember having, the sky had actually faded into a shade of blue.
“We were thinking more along the lines of going into town, and walking around for a bit,” said Carter. “Stretch our legs. Grab some food. Maybe hit a bar or two, and let someone serve us for a change.”
