Damn, this was the reason she was a good lawyer. She could dig information out of your very soul if she wanted.
“The weekend.”
“The sex or everything else?” Her eyes narrowed further until they were barely slits. Normally it would have been an intimidating look but now that her baby bump was getting big enough that she waddled, she no longer scared me. Much.
“All of it,” I replied softly. “It was one of the best weekends I’ve had with a man. Ever.”
Her squinty look vanished and her eyes widened at my response. “Ever?”
I nodded. “It was…” I trailed off. I wasn’t sure how to express my thoughts in verbal form. I sighed before I continued. “It was nice. We talked, he cooked for me, we spent time together outside of the bedroom and I don’t mean having sex on the couch. For a few hours he worked and I read a book and we barely spoke. And it wasn’t awkward or weird in any way. Usually, by Sunday night, I’m ready to have my own space back but I was sad when he dropped me off at my apartment. Well, not sad, but—” I stopped speaking because I wasn’t sure what I truly wanted to say.
“You missed him,” Tanya stated.
“Yeah, I missed him. After just two nights together, I had trouble falling asleep when he wasn’t next to me.”
She smiled wistfully. “I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said.”
I scowled at her. “It is not. I’m sweet all the time.”
I looked to Grier for help, but she just shook her head. “No, you’re spicy,” she argued. “It’s fun and I like your candor, but you’re not overly sentimental.”
I had to shrug then because I knew she was right and it would be useless to argue.
In the brief silence that followed, we could hear Grier’s phone buzzing again.
“Who is that?” Tanya asked in exasperation. “And why won’t you answer it?”
Grier’s expression darkened in a way I’d never witnessed before. She didn’t look pissed exactly. It was more a mixture of irritation and frustration, but she was so laid back that I rarely saw her looking anything other than serene or amused. It was a bit disconcerting.
“Nothing. Nobody,” she muttered.
I had my suspicions about who it might be but it was up to Grier to share with us if she wanted. I wasn’t going to push. Pushing her too hard to share would only make her clam up even tighter.
Tanya studied Grier for a prolonged moment and I could practically see the gears turning in her mind. Then she seemed to come to the same conclusion I had because she turned toward me once again.
“So when are you going to see Landen again?” she asked.
I could feel the corners of my mouth turn down automatically. “I don’t know. He had to go out of town this week.”
“Hmm,” Tanya hummed.
I knew what she was thinking. The last time Landen had gone out of town, I hadn’t heard from him for over a week. Considering how often he called or texted me since then, I doubted this trip would be the same. Still, I didn’t say anything because there was always a chance I was wrong.
Once again, Grier’s phone buzzed in her purse, interrupting the silence. I watched in surprise as my usually placid friend grew visibly frazzled and annoyed. Pink tinged her cheeks and her eyes narrowed.
“Excuse me,” Grier said, her voice tight. “I have to take this.”
Tanya and I both watched as she withdrew the phone from her purse and got to her feet.
As she stalked away, her long, wavy brown hair swaying behind her, I saw her lift the phone to her ear and say, “I told you that I needed time to think.”
The rest of her words were lost because she was too far away and the buzz of conversation at the tables around us was nearly a dull roar.
Tanya and I looked at each other and I knew my expression likely mirrored her speculative one.
“Man trouble?” she asked.
I shrugged. I wasn’t sure, but I also wasn’t going to discuss Grier’s love life behind her back.
