“Straight guys tend to do that.”
“I’m sure,” she said easily.
It was incredibly easy to talk to her. About this, of all things.
About anything, really.
Maybe that was what I’d always liked about Danica the most. From the first moment I met her, we’d been able to talk, so easily. And by now, I knew I could probably talk to her about anything. Including this.
Knowing she both understood and supported her husband in every way, that she accepted him and everything about him—including his love of men—was fascinating to me. I envied it.
“So,” I probed, “I was your only possible ride home on a Sunday afternoon?”
“Not exactly. I just wanted a chance to talk to you. You know, alone.” I glanced at her, briefly meeting her soft blue eyes. “I thought it was time the two of us had a serious talk.”
“Okay.” I kinda held my breath, wondering where this was going, and how brutal it was gonna be.
But then she just said lightly, “Last night was fun,” and I exhaled. I probably didn’t have to worry about Danica tearing me a new one. Wasn’t her style.
She was right; last night was fun. It was also necessary.
At some point, the tension between Ash and me needed to dissipate. The sexual tension was still there. The longing. By now, I knew that part wasn’t going anywhere. But the prickly, hurt, frustrated-with-each-other-but-not-talking-about-it part needed to fuck right off.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “It was a good night.”
“I’m glad the songwriting is starting to flow and you guys are having fun in the studio. And I’m glad whatever was going on between you and Ash seems to have… relaxed.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
“He said you guys had some words with each other at the end of the tour.”
“Yeah. A few words.” I hadn’t talked to her about it; hadn’t acknowledged it, to either of them. But obviously, he’d talked to her.
“He tells me everything, you know.”
“I assumed.” I wondered, though, if he really did.
“I tell him everything, too.”
“Of course.”
“I, uh, didn’t tell him about the photo, though.”
“What photo?”
Yup, I had the stones to ask her that, like I didn’t know fucking immediately what she was talking about.
“You know,” she said uncomfortably. “My naked lady parts. The ones I sent to your phone last weekend.”
I met her eyes briefly. “Thought that was Taylor’s.”
Danica sighed. “I can’t let her take the fall for it. I’m sorry I let her try in the first place. What can I say? I was drunk and humiliated.”
“There’s no reason to be humiliated.”
“It was embarrassing. Put yourself in my shoes. Sending someone a dick pic on purpose is one thing.Accidentallysending one to your bandmate’s wife would be a whole other thing.”
“Okay. I could see how that could be embarrassing.”
