Page 96 of Fielder's Choice

But when my phone lights up with a text, that’s the last thing I want to do now.

Olive

How was guy’s night?

Lane

It was fun

Just had a couple beers and hung around

Not as rowdy as we used to be

Olive

I’m glad you had a good time

Lane

Know what would make it even better?

Olive

What’s that?

Lane

Hearing your voice

As soon as the message says read, Olive is calling, apparently as desperate to hear me as I am to hear her.

“Ballerina,” I smile. “I missed you today.”

“You just saw me yesterday,” she laughs.

Yes, I did, and after she and my daughter attempted to teach me ballet in the living room, I had her come on my fingers again in the bedroom.

“You know how much I love seeing you, Liv.”

“Yeah.” I can hear her grin through the phone. “I love seeing you, too.” We’re quiet for a moment before she speaks again, more softly this time. “You know, that package came in today.”

I bite my lip as my blood starts heading south because I know exactly what package she’s talking about. It’s the one I ordered when she left on New Year’s Day after I told her I was thinking about what toys she could use when I’m not around.

“Yeah?” I say, tongue wetting my bottom lip. “Did you open it?”

“Yes,” Olive says softly. “It’s very, um, pink.”

I chuckle. “Figured your favorite color would make you more comfortable. Are you intimidated by it?”

It’s just a pink dildo with vibrating rabbit ears, but I know this is very new to her. I can’t imagine she’s just immediately comfortable.

“A bit,” she admits. “But I’m more curious than anything.”

“I know you like my fingers, baby, but that’s going to help you when you’re not with me.”

Her next words catch me by surprise.

“Maybe I should try it now.” Olive’s voice is soft, but the words are still clear.

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