“I’m insatiable, too, without the pregnancy hormones.” I bite my bottom lip. “He’s at my place every night.”
Dee’s eyebrows lift. “That doesn’t sound casual.”
“It is. We have these rules. No expectations, no plans, no emotional ties.”
“Isn’t seeing each other every night a plan?”
“So we’re bending it a little, but it’s still just sex. Amazing, died-and-gone-to-heaven sex.”
I high-five Dee, then catching myself, I look over at Lexie, who sits quietly with a mystified expression on her face. “Sorry, Lex. I got carried away.”
“Don’t be silly. I know I don’t have that with Richard.” She glances around the semi-crowded restaurant filled with noisy conversations and background music. “We haven’t been intimate in weeks.”
“How come?” Dee asks and fans herself with a menu. “Hot flashes,” she explains. “Are you having problems?”
“No. It’s just that Richard’s spending long days at his practice. Plus, his allergies are acting up, and as soon as he pops a Benadryl, he’s out like a light.”
“Sorry, babe,” I say. Although I can’t imagine s-e-x with Dr. Sneeze is any blessing.
“It’s not a big thing. I’m not that…you know?”
“Sexual,” I supply.
“I never have been. Besides, I’ve felt so tired lately that I can’t complain about Richard. Everything’s a push these days.”
That worries me. “You should go for a check-up.”
“For sure,” Dee agrees. “Your iron might be low.”
“I’ll book an appointment,” she promises. “Anyway, now that Dee’s here, you can tell us why you arrived in a mood.”
“You arrived in a mood?” Dee gives me a curious once-over.
I’d almost forgotten. But with the irritation yanked back in place, my fingers curl toward my palms. “You will not believe what that jerkass did now.”
“Who?” Lexie asks.
“Talon. First the presentation and now this.” I get my phone out of my pants pocket to show them the pic. “Look what he—”
The server approaches just as I’m about to let loose.
“Can I get you ladies a drink to start?”
“I’ll take sparkling water with lemon and lots of ice,” Dee says, and Lexie orders a Lotus Martini that contains Blue Curacao and lychee.
“And for you?” He flashes a flirty smile that I normally would engage just for fun. But I find myself not interested in the least. “I’ll have a Vodka Volcano.”
“Okay, so what did Talon do?” Dee asks when the server leaves.
I hand over my phone. With their heads together, they peer at the screen. “Are these dead roses?” Lexie snaps upright.
“Yes. Dead, dank, nasty-ass roses. That’s what he sent me.”
Dee hands back my phone, her face scrunched with concern. “That’s disturbing, Jord. Did you call the police?”
“And say what, my idiot colleague sent me dead roses to get a rise out of me? Which he, unfortunately, got when I popped off at him.”
“How did he respond?” she asks.
