Page 27 of Pelvic Flaws

“Hey, Katie,” a deep voice said. “It’s Dex.”

My heart thudded an extra couple of beats as he said his name.

“Hi, Dex,” I said quietly, not really wanting the kids to hear.

I knew he probably wanted to speak to Isaac, but a couple of minutes of having his attention wouldn’t hurt.

“Long time no speak,” I said, with a pathetic giggle.

“Yeah, I reckon so.”

He gave a chuckle, rich and deep, and it sent goose bumps over my skin. I drew in a quick breath and tried to move the ironing board one-handed, but gave up with a huff.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Oh yeah, sorry. I was just trying to move my ironing board.” I rolled my eyes and considered actually smacking myself across the face. Why the hell would he want to know that?

“Mum,” Isaac hissed. “Does he want to talk to me?” He held his hand out for my phone, making a grabbing motion.

I shook my head and held up a finger to indicate that I’d be finished making a tit of myself in one minute.

“Sorry, I can call you back, if you’re busy,” Dex said.

“No,” I almost screamed. “It’s fine.”

“Oookaay,” he replied, sounding a little unsure.

“Honestly it’s fine. What can I do for you?”

“Why’s he ringing?” Annie asked Isaac loudly.

“It’ll be my designs,” Isaac replied, pushing Annie aside to stand on the other side of the ironing board.

“Actually, it’s you I want to speak to,” Dex said into my ear, with amusement, evidently having heard my loud mouthed son. “Although, I do believe another client as well as the one I told you about wants one of Isaac’s designs.”

“Wow, really? That’s fantastic.” I realised I’d forgotten to tell Isaac Dex’s news from earlier. “I’ll let you tell him about them both.”

“Has someone asked for my design?” Isaac grabbed for the phone, so I smacked his arm away and moved back a couple of feet, into the space behind me.

“It’d be my pleasure,” Dex said. “But, like I said, I want to talk to you first.”

I glanced at the kids and then turned to face the wall.

“Okay,” I replied, tentatively. “What can I do for you?”

I had no idea why he’d want to speak to me, but my heart was thudding and the butterflies in my stomach were going crazy.

“Well,” he began. “I was wondering if you’d come to dinner with me.”

“Me,” I gasped.

Dex chuckled. “Yeah you, Katie.”

“Are you sure you mean me?”

He full on laughed. “Yeah, darlin’, I do mean you.”

“I…I don’t…I’d love to.”

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