“So then, it’s not true? There’s no stalking I need to worry about?”
“I’m fine and there’s no stalker. Only Raf.”
“Wait . . . as in the ‘see for me’ guy?”
A chuckle escapes my lips. “Be My Eyes, but yes.”
“Same difference.”
“Yeah, except I’m pretty sure that’s a movie.”
“Eh, not that I’m ever able to keep track of them. Gage is always making me watch so many damn movies with him every night before bed.”
“Sounds like a good way to wind down after a long day to me.”
“Sure, until one guy with a chainsaw who wears people’s faces is chasing everyone up and down the road.”
I laugh harder. “And my statement remains.”
“Yeah, yeah, enough about movies and how much therapy I might need from the last one my fiancé made me see. Tell me all about Raf and how Travis knows about him.”
I get into all the nitty-gritty details about what Rafael and I have been getting up to in my cabin before telling her about Travis using my spare key without me knowing.
“Oh, please tell me Mr. Be My Eyes guy put him in his place?”
“I’m not sure yet, but I’ll find out soon enough. He’s been gone a while so it shouldn’t be long before he’s back.”
Huey snorts, nudging at my foot, and I give him some scratches.
“Is that his pet pig?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll be damned. Already being trusted with his precious baby.”
I stop myself from telling her maybe because that’s what I am to him. A man can dream. I adjust my pants, hating how clothes add to the discomfort of the cage. Then remembering why I’m in this predicament has my hole twitching and cool tingles nipping at my skin. You’re on the phone with your friend, pervert. Now is not the time. “Yeah, but probably because he didn’t plan to be gone long.”
“So how long has he been staying?”
“I think this will only be the second night, or maybe the third. I honestly can’t remember.” I roll myself back on the heels of my feet.
“Yeah, we are going to need to plan a coffee date when we both get back. I need to know everything.”
“Not sure you want to know about everything.”
“Oh, but I do.”
A loud knock nearly sends my feet off the ground, and I slowly make my way to the door once Rafael’s voice cuts through it.
“Is that him?” Something sparks in her voice.
“Yeah. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Don’t forget to take cute pictures so you can send them to me when I need to make those wedding invitations.”
“Bye,” I say snidely.
“Bye, sweet pea. Stay warm over there, and don’t forget that the most effective way to regulate your temperature is skin to skin.”
