Can’t wait!
I sigh and shove whatever this flat, lifeless feeling that almost feels like dread is into a box to open when I’m not stuck in a waiting room.
Sexual Guru
Quinn
By the time we get back to the ranch, it’s almost suppertime, and I’m grateful for the frozen casseroles that Mrs. Mackey brought to the house when Pops first got home from the hospital.
She said it was “heart healthy,” but as I shake up the contents of the pan, I have to wonder if she even knows what that means.
God bless.
One night of food that isn’t on his diet isn’t likely to send him back to the hospital, so I pop it in the oven and prepare some fresh green beans to roast once I finish getting ready.
Pops is already asleep in his recliner—his favorite napping spot—snoring away. I resist the urge to slump on the couch next to him and run upstairs to get ready for my night out with the girls instead.
I still haven’t been able to shake the damn listless feeling that’s been hanging around ever since I opened that email from Dr. Kroychek.
I shoot Wes a quick text to let him know there’s plenty of casserole to go around.Then I stare at the tiny closet and dig through the clothes I brought, trying to piece together something cute for girls’ night. After the third outfit that makes me feel like a sad blob, I give up and call Marlowe, praying I’ve got enough service to get through a full conversation.
“Finally!” she answers the phone with an impatient huff.
“Pops insisted we stop at the café before we came back to the house,” I say, flopping back on the bed. “I think he misses being able to drive wherever he wants.”
“I’m sure he does. He lived alone for so long—I bet it’s hard needing help after all that independence.”
“Yeah. He makes sure we’re all miserable along with him.“
“Oh, the joys of family,” Marlowe snorts.
There’s a beat of silence.
“So.... tell me the big news so we can talk about the cowboy fucking your brains out.”
I scoff as I shimmy out of my jeans that refuse to button. “I don’t think I’ve seen you this interested in a guy since we watched Titanic together when we were fourteen.”
“Leo was so pretty in that movie.” I can hear her grin through the line. “Gave me all kinds of confusing feelings. Kate was hot. He was hot. And they were definitely hot together.”
I laugh, slipping into a floral sundress. “They were.”
“So would you rather tell me about the cowboy before you tell me the big news?”
Yes.
No.
I don’t fucking know.
“What’s wrong?” she asks when I don’t answer immediately.
“Nothing. I think?” My reflection in the mirror doesn’t look convinced.
“Start from the top,” she encourages gently. “We’ll figure it out.”
I exhale, twisting a section of hair around the curling iron. “Dr. Kroychek emailed me.”
“The mentor from Denver?”
