Page 2 of Meet Me Halfway
That deep, rich laugh of his rolls out once more, and I clamp my thighs together. I want to jump him right where he stands.
“Come on then, Impatience,” he replies, blissfully unaware of my wayward thoughts.
Returning his grin, I run over to grab my handbag and phone, and then we’re on our way.
A scant hour later, Cal pulls up to the security boom of what is sign boarded as a gated community on the outskirts of Somerset West. I look around curiously, intrigued by where we are. As far as the eye can see is trees, but I’ve yet to see a house. Or any form of building for that matter, other than the security office that guards the entrance.
A gentleman exits the building, clipboard in hand. Cal steps out of the vehicle and draws the man aside, speaking so softly to him I can’t hear a word he’s saying. The man is nodding and grinning, consults his clipboard, and says something to Cal that has him chuckling. Cal signs a paper clipped to the board and hops back in the car.
“Almost there, babe. I can’t wait for you to see this place. And don’t get me started on the view.”
“What place?” I ask. “There’s nothing but trees here.”
“You’ll just have to wait to see. It really isn’t far from here. I know the curiosity is burning your ass right now, but all will be revealed in a few minutes.”
True to his word, we pull up to the most charming two-story log cabin perched on a hillside with the most breathtaking view of the bay below. A lovely older lady rounds the corner just as we’re exiting our vehicle.
“Hello there. Can I help you?” she asks with a welcoming smile.
“Yes, hi. Are you Anita?” She nods, and Cal continues. “I’m Callan Bryce.”
“Welcome, Mr Bryce. I’ve been expecting you. Your cabin is ready for you. Come on in and let’s get you signed in, shall we?”
We follow her into what is clearly the reception area, and she and Cal complete the check-in process. Key in hand, we head for the car and make our way a little farther up the mountainside to our home away from home for the next three days.
As we round a bend in the road, we spot the little cabin standing proud against the horizon. It’s absolutely gorgeous. It’s only when Cal parks outside the front door I realise there’s another vehicle parked there.
I wonder if the woman waiting in the car is there to welcome us too, but then he hops out of the car, and I hear him say, “Hey Fay.” He opens her door for her and hugs her when she gets out, so it’s clear that he knows her. But it’s when I hear him speak again that confusion, disappointment, and anger wash through me. “Thanks for joining us. I appreciate it.”
Anger is, by far, the most dominant feeling. What the actual hell?
Cal
Ispot Fay parked outside the cabin, waiting for us. Man, I can’t wait to get this weekend-long celebration started. For years, Vivi and I have been talking about someday having a threesome – we’ve always been open to experimenting in our sex lives. But over the last couple years, it’s been pretty humdrum.
If she’s not working all the hours God gave her to make her business a success, she’s too exhausted to do more than the minimum required. I get it, I do. It’s her dream, and I one hundred percent support it. But I miss the old us – the pre-entrepreneur us. So I’m hoping this weekend is going to jumpstart that spark.
Hopping out, I go over to Fay’s car, open the door for her, and give her a hug when she gets out. “Thanks for joining us. I appreciate it.”
“I’m looking forward to it, but I’m not going to lie. I’m super nervous too,” she replies quietly, stepping back. “And your wife certainly doesn’t look amused.”
I turn to look at Vivi, and Fay is not wrong. She looks pissed. To say I have no clue as to what the hell happened between me exiting our vehicle and this moment is a gross understatement. She was in such high spirits just moments ago. I will never understand how a woman’s brain works; I swear.
Turning back to Fay, I say, “Give me a minute. I’ll be right back.” I head back to the car. For privacy, I climb back inside since I don’t know how this conversation is going to turn out. “Everything all right in here?”
I watch in fascination as her eyebrow cocks – I would love to know how she does that.
“Seriously, Cal?”
“Yeah, seriously. I’m so confused, Vivi. The whole morning has been fabulous. We get here, and now you look like you just sucked on a lemon. What gives?”
“You cannot be that dense. Surely?”
“Babe, before we wind up in a knockdown, drag-out argument over bullshit, why don’t you just lay it out for me so we can sort it out and enjoy the weekend, hmm?” For a second, it looks like she’s about to lose her shit, and then I see a sparkle of tears in her eyes. “Vivi, I’m lost here, babe. Help a guy out? Please? I genuinely don’t know what I’ve done to upset you.”
A heartfelt sigh seems to issue from somewhere near her toes. “I thought it was just going to be us for the weekend. But we get here, and you’ve invited a stranger to join us. I’m disappointed it’s no longer just us and pissed that you invited someone I don’t even know on top of that. That’s what, Cal,” she says, barely above a whisper.
Understanding dawns. Shit. It was all part of the surprise for her birthday. I guess I didn’t think that one through. “Ah, okay. I get it.” Lifting her chin with a gentle finger, I look into her tear-soaked eyes. “Do you trust me?”
