“No, no. Nothing like that. Let’s just say you put the wind up me, and I can’t live like this anymore. Photos aren’t knowing, aren’t experiencing. I’ve missed out on enough. I don’t want to miss out onanymore.”
“Now what?”
“She was very quiet after my confession. She’s allowing me to call again,but needs more time to decide whether I can be a part of Michael’s life.”
“She’s afraid you’ll hurt him, too?”
Max nods, crestfallen.
“Well, it’s progress and a start. You’ll just have to convince her you’ve changed.”
“Indeed.”
“This is cause for celebration.”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
I pout, and Max chuckles.
“But after, what do you call him? Skeeze?”
I nod, and he shakes his head.
“We’ll have a small toast to progress.”
“To progress.”
Chapter Fourteen
“Speak, or forever hold your peace.”
Jeremy’s warm chuckle greets me on the other end of my earpiece.
“Oh, it’s you. Argh.”
“Gee, thanks.”
I laugh.“No, that wasn’t for you.”
“Oh. Are you busy?”
“Sorta. Kinda. Why, you calling for a quickie? Oof.” I fall on my butt with a puff.
“Ah…it sounds like I’m already interrupting—”
“Sorry, Bluetooth. I forget you hear everything.”
“You answer the phone while…”
“Ouch. Was that necessary?” I hold up a hand, stopping Alex, and laugh, my sides hurting with the force.“No, Jer, I don’t answer the phone during sex. I’m sparring with my trainer.”
“Oh. You sound like you’re getting your ass handed to you.” He chuckles.
“I’m hanging up now.”
“Wait, lunch?”
“After that comment?” I pause, torturing him for just a few seconds longer.“Fine. You’re buying. Give me…an hour and a half?”