Page 59 of Sack

“Hello?”

“What the fuck was that?”

She pulled the phone from her ear and stared at it as though it would show her the angry person on the other end. And Colt was angry. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out. Hell, it didn’t even take an elementary school graduate.

“Um.” She didn’t get a chance to say more.

“Never mind the fact you’re practically naked, who the fuck is that hanging all over you?”

This was the Colt she’d first met at The Parting Glass. And in turn, she gave him that version of Ivy.

“First of all, I’m not practically naked.” Well, maybe she was, but at the moment, she didn’t care. “I’m more covered than when I wear a bathing suit and most likely more covered than half the women who were at the party you went to tonight.” Yes, if he was going to go there, then so was she. “Second of all, I can wear whatever I damn well like.” Yes, it was a swearing moment. “If I want to parade around truly naked, you have no say. You’re not my father. Hell, you’re not even my boyfriend—your terms!”

Tina came out of the bathroom, eyes round, and scurried into the other room. Ivy was too wrapped up in her rant to care her friends were probably hanging on her every word. “And third of all—”

“Ivy,” Colt tried to interrupt but she was having none of it.

“And third of all,” she stressed in a tone daring him to interrupt her again. “I don’t know who those guys were other than Han Solo and Luke Skywalker. Unlike you and the woman you were with tonight, I was with them less than five minutes.” She didn’t feel now was the time to bring up Lando, so left that part out. “And fourth of all—”

“And fourth of all,” Colt yelled back, surprising her so much she shut up. “You’re right,” he said quieter now that he wasn’t competing with her. “I don’t have to like it, but you’re right. Of my choosing, I have no say and I’m sorry.”

That took the wind out of her sails mighty fast. “Yeah, well, okay then.” She heard his deep, rich chuckle over the line. “What’s so funny?”

“I was wondering when I was going to meet her again.”

Thoroughly confused, Ivy said, “Meet who?”

“The Ivy from the first time we met. And though I hate to admit it, I have to say, she makes my dick hard.”

Ivy glanced at the door leading to the other room and lowered her voice. “Play your cards right and when I get home, I’ll model my Leia slave costume for you.”

“Just as long as I don’t have to be Jabba.”

That made her laugh.

“We good now?”

“Yeah, we’re good.”

“Oh, and just for the record, that woman I was with at the party.”

“Yeah,” Ivy said apprehensively, the butterflies in her stomach coming back.

“I bored her to tears talking about you the whole time.”

“Now I know you’re lying.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Because there’s no way anyone could possibly be bored hearing all about me.”

His laughter filled her ear.

And she decided right then and there it was her new favorite sound.

It was hard saying goodbye to her friends.

“Promise you’ll send us weekly emails filling us in on all things you and Colt,” Tina said, giving her a big hug.

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