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“I thought we agreed we weren’t introducing anyone to the kids,” I snapped, unsuccessfully trying to keep the pettish sound from my voice.
“I’m not,” Lily-Mae said, but I still felt resentful.
It was totally irrational, though. There was no threat to my marriage at all. Right?
Then why did even the thought of my wife and Leopold together make my skin feel too-tight, my tie like it was choking me?
“I, too, am having sex,” I said into the silence of the car.
“Good for you,” Lily-Mae said with unconcern, shifting in her chair.
Silence descended again.
I noticed she was now sitting on a little soft pillow and the jealousy ran like lava in my veins.
I mean, the two ofuscould have so much sex she needed a pillow. She had never said she wanted to have that much sex. I would have of course been game if she had, because Lily-Mae was sexy as fuck.
“You know, if you’re too uncomfortable,” I said, swallowing hard. “If you’re finding dating too. . .upsetting, we can call this arrangement off. I’m fine with that. I won’t miss it.”
But Lily-Mae waved her hand dismissively in the air.
“You don’t have to worry about me. At first I wasn’t sure about this whole thing, but now I’m all in. I’m loving all these new experiences.”
“Great,” I said. “That’s just great.”
I hit a pothole with slightly unnecessarily speed, and my wife winced, wrinkling her nose up prettily.
“Ouch! Careful, there. I’m a little sore, Leopold is pretty big.”
“Sorry,” I said between gritted teeth. “I’ll try to be more careful in the future.”
CHAPTER 11
Lily-Mae
Iwas sprinkling cinnamon into my coffee the next day when an unfamiliar deep voice rumbled in my ear.
“Can I buy you an Early Gray scone, ma’am?”
I turned around to see a tall, athletic,muchyounger man grinning at me.
He exuded pulsating golden retriever energy, and looked like the most popular surfer at the beach, with sun-bleached hair and dimples in his cheeks.
“They said it had subtle notes of lavender in it,” he added.
“Do I know you?” I asked, putting the lid back on my coffee.
“Not yet,” he grinned. “But I’d love to be better acquainted.”
He bounded over to a café table and pulled out the chair.
“My name is Brayden Tomas.”
“I’m sitting here because this is the only open spot,” I said severely. “Don’t take it as encouragement.”
Unfortunately, this didn’t seem to dampen his buoyant charm in the slightest.
“So I heard you were in an open marriage, and it wouldkillme not to at least shoot my shot. I want to take you out for more than just a scone. I know a great little bar over on 34th Street. Real close to here.”
