A huge grin spread across Tasha’s face as she imagined their reunion but then decided she didn’t want to share it with anyone else, especially not Lucy and possibly Ryan through very thin walls.
****
After a delicious dinner and a much needed catch up about work with Lucy, the conversation moved onto boyfriends.
“So, what is the story with that bloody Elvis ring tone?” asked Lucy.
Tasha laughed. “It’s a bit of a joke really. From when we first got together he said I would be his next wife and that he’d take me to Vegas. Then he said I needed to make a choice between a justice of the peace and Elvis to marry us. Then one morning I woke up and that was the ring tone for Jim.”
“Are you going to marry him?” With a frown, she quickly added, “What do you mean, his next wife, how many has he had?”
Tasha laughed again and explained, a little awkwardly, “Brace yourself. He wants me to be lucky number seven.”
“Fucking hell! I thought that was a joke,” cried Lucy to Tasha’s amusement.
“I was shocked at first, but he is something else, Luce. I fully understand why six other women said yes to him.”
“You’re going to marry him?” Lucy asked as a wide-eyed statement. “But if six other women said yes, they also ended up divorced from him.
Tasha shrugged, unsure how to explain how she felt when her friend was expressing her own concerns. “I don’t know, but I think I probably will if he really wants me to. In fact, I do just about anything he wants me to, eventually. I know I sound like one of those stupid women who have affairs with married men, but honestly, they didn’t understand him. Other than number one they were all doomed in their own way I think.”
“Fucking hell,” repeated Lucy. “I can’t wait to meet him.”
Tasha decided that they needed a change of topic so diverted attention to her friend’s love life. “What about you and fireman Ryan?”
“Oh, Tash, he is seriously hot. I really like him and he likes me. Enough that he is talking about us getting a place together, but I don’t want to lumber you with the flat on your own,” she said.
“Don’t worry about me, do whatever makes you happy, Luce. I’m going to be spending more and more time in L.A. so maybe Ryan could move into ours. I assume he won’t want his own room.”
“Really?” Lucy sounded shocked by the offer and the revelation.
“Yeah, if I can keep my room for a while,” she said seriously.
“Cool. That would be ideal. I’ll speak to him. Do you need me to make myself scarce on Friday for Jim’s arrival?” she asked with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows that made them both giggle.
“No need. He has booked into a hotel because we thought Dan and Pippa would be staying still, so I will be in five-star luxury on Friday night, but he may stay over at some point and don’t worry about making yourself scarce. Maybe I can return the favour of you and Ryan getting noisy when you get down and dirty.”
“No problem. I am very broad minded, which reminds me, did the vibrator arrive?”
Lucy, grinned while Tasha nodded as a flush crept up her neck and face.
“Have you tried it out?” Tasha’s deepening blush was the only answer that Lucy needed. “Oh my God, you have. On your own?” she asked in a hushed tone as she positively drooled expectantly.
Tasha shook her head and hoped nobody was going to walk past and overhear.
“Fuck, what has he done to you? You cyber shagged with a vibrator?” her friend said in a raised voice now.
“Ssh.” Tasha was aware of other diners beginning to look at them. “Yes, I did,” she whispered. “And it was out of this world.” She laughed again, with embarrassment at the memory of it. “Oh, and it came with a couple of other devices and they all came in a red leather Prada handbag.”
“Oh my God, I think I love him, Tasha,” cried Lucy, causing diners to look at them again.
