“Seems like I’m not the problematic one in this group,” Charlie says, looking between where Errol went and where Callahan is sitting.
“You’re right, Charlie, you’re perfect,” Callahan says, and then blows him a kiss.
This just causes Charlie’s face to twist up even more than it has the whole night, but the rest of us laugh.
Rowan says she needs more wine, and I decide I just need Callahan’s arms. So I throw myself into them after a long shower.
“Having fun?” he asks.
I think over the night and conclude that I am, but one part is still worrying me.
“You should talk to your sister about Sahara.”
“I know, but I think it’s too late.”
When I look up at him, he pecks my nose. He looks just as troubled as she did, and I know it’s because of how much he cares about his siblings.
“I’m shocked you told them about your jailtime.”
“I’m not proud, but I’m also not ashamed. And if these are going to be my friends, they need to know.”
I tuck my head under his chin.
“Well, I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks, love.”
Yawning, I burrow even more into him. He turns off the light and pulls the covers higher over us.
Just as my eyes start to close, he asks, “Are we okay?”
“Yeah,” I say, unsure if it’s true. At least right now we are.
“Okay.” He kisses me once more, pulling me tighter.
I fall asleep in his arms, mostly sure about that answer.
Chapter 29
Walkingintothekitchenin the morning to make coffee, Errol and Farrah are already there. He has his face nuzzled in the crook of her neck, and she is giggling.
“Good morning, you two.”
You’d think hearing me talk would get them to stop, but he just keeps kissing her.
“I’ve always wanted to be a part of an orgy,” Callahan says, walking in right after me.
That gets them to separate. He even has Farrah looking at the floor.
“What’s the plan for the day?” I ask, pouring the already done brew into a cup.
“Well, I thought we could go on a history tour, and then maybe have a Halloween party. I know it’s November, but the costumes are cheap and we didn’t get to spend it together.” Errol talks with his hands, the director coming out in him.
“Isn’t that a little childish?” Michael asks, walking in.
“Good morning,” Sahara says. She is wrapped up in a cardigan that I recognize as Rowan’s. She still has on her bonnet and eye patches.
“Nope, I don’t think so,” Errol says in a clipped tone.
