Pulling my phone from my purse, I dialed Gregory’s number and took in a deep breath as he answered.
“Hello.”
“Gregory, it’s Emily Wade,” I nervously spoke.
“Emily, it’s good to hear from you.”
“I gave some thought to what you said, and I think we need to talk.”
“Okay. How about dinner tonight?”
“That will be fine. Let’s meet at seven o’clock at Scarpetta on West 14th Street.”
“I’ll be there. Thank you, Emily.”
“I’ll see you then,” I spoke deadpan.
Just as I ended the call and set my phone down, a text message came through from Jackson. Instantly, my mood changed.
“Can you talk?”
“Yes. Just having lunch at a deli.”
Within a second, my phone rang.
“Hi there,” I answered.
“Hello, beautiful. How’s your lunch?”
“Pretty good.”
“Are you eating alone?”
“Yeah. I had to get out of the shop and be by myself for a while.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked in a concerned tone.
“Nothing. Just the expansion and trying to get everything set up.”
“Ah. Well, don’t stress yourself out over it.”
“I called Gregory, and we’re meeting for dinner tonight.”
“Good. I can’t wait to hear all about it. I’m flying back tomorrow afternoon, so how about we meet up tomorrow night?”
“Sounds good. How’s your father?”
I heard him sigh. “He’s okay. I’ll tell you about it when I see you.”
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yeah. I’m fine. I miss my face between those beautiful legs of yours.”
A wide grin crossed my face.
“I miss feeling you buried deep inside me.” I must have spoken a little too loudly as an older woman at the table next to me shot a look my way.
“Ugh, Emily. I’m getting hard. We better end this call before I embarrass myself.”