“Because Simon paraded around naked for her and drew in a big crowd.”
“See? That’s what I’m talking about. Oliver wouldneverparade around naked to sell vacation packages for Margot and Aurora Gardens. She deserves a man who’d use his body to help her when she’s in a bind.”
My phone dings again.
Hudson makes a face, but he still holds it out of my reach.
Doesn’t mean I can’t see the screen too though.
It’s a picture of the strawberry shortcake with a short note.
Simon:Also, thank you for breakfast. Quite tasty.
And now I’m wishing I could have Simon for breakfast.
Yep.
I’m not instantly in over my head at all.
“Why can’t I be a casual sex type of person?” I ask Daphne. “Why does my body have to try to convince me I’m in love withanyone who’s halfway competent with his penis? And it was dark. I didn’t even actuallyseehis penis.”
“Oldest daughter syndrome,” she answers.
Hudson makes a gagging face and passes me my phone. “I’m going to take a shower.”
“Before goat yoga?” I ask.
“Don’t use all of the hot water,” Daph adds.
He flips us both off and heads down the hall.
Daph frowns at me.
“What? What now?”
“I’m rethinking having you talk to Margot. If semidecent sex is all it takes for you to fall in love with a guy?—”
“I’m not in love with him. My vagina is infatuated. There’s a difference, and I know what it is now. Also, it was better than semidecent. It was top tier.”
“Still reconsidering.”
My phone dings once more.
It’s Simon again.
Simon:The boys have been sent to help tend the gardens at a care home under direct supervision of several of Lana’s mother’s neighbors and Tank and Pinky as well, so if I decide to catch up on my script this evening, I suddenly have the morning free. Do I recall someone mentioning goat yoga? Have you participated? I’m intrigued and would adore company if it fits your schedule.
“Maybe you’re not in love, but…” Daph grabs a coffee cup out of the cabinet and pours herself a cup now that the coffee maker’s finished.
“He told me the studio likes the attention he’s getting from being seen with a woman. We’re friends. With benefits. The end.”
Once again, my phone dings.
Simon:Apologies for the large number of messages. My fingers have minds of their own, which should be impossible after how much writing I accomplished last night after you left, but nonetheless, they keep typing and typing.
“I can’t decide if he’s cute or annoying,” Daphne says.
I’m smiling.
