My phone rang.
I answered. “Hey. Was this a bad time?”
“For you? It’s never a bad time. So, is this a casual, here’s my friend, Ulysses? Or is this ameet the parentsmoment?”
“Yes?”
He chuckled. “Okay, that’s fair. Anything I need to know?”
“I might’ve warned her that you’re not myyoungman.”
He snorted. “Didn’t we figure I was closer in age to your mother than to you?”
“Had we?” I considered. “Well, not quite up there.”
“But close.” More amusement.
“Well, maybe.” He wasn’t wrong. No regrets…but he wasn’t wrong.
“I’ll contact you as soon as I’m home.”
“Okay.” My heart did a little pitter-patter. To my memory, he hadn’t referred to Mission City ashomebefore. Or maybe he meant me—which would be even sweeter.I’m falling for this guy.
“Hey, Finn?”
“Yeah?”
“How are you feeling?”
“Better, why?”
“Oh, good. I’m just thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you when I’m back.”
“Yeah?” I adjusted myself. “How about you tell me?”
And he proceeded to.
A day later, he was on my doorstep.
I opened the door with a huge grin on my face, glad he hadn’t waited until Mom-day to come over. “Do you want dinner now, or—”
“I’ll take the second option.” He held up a bag from Fifties. “We can heat this up later. Right now, I want you naked in bed.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” I hotfooted to the bedroom and was stripping as he sauntered in.
“So eager.”
“Hey, it’s been—” I squinted.
“Seven days.”
“Longest we’ve gone. Well, since, you know…”
“Yeah, since we started this…whatever this is…” He yanked his henley over his head, revealing an expanse of dark skin.
Ilicked my lips.
“Yeah?” He grinned as he unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down his fly, and then yanked off both jeans and boxer briefs.
