Page 54 of A Love Letter to Whiske
When I finished my pizza, I texted my mom quickly before calling Jamie. My fingers still shook slightly when I called him, or in the few seconds it took me to answer his call, instead. After three years of ignoring him, I was finally at the point where I felt like we could be good for each other — even if just in the friendly way. I’d missed him, missed our conversations, and if I got to have his hands on me occasionally, too? It was an all-around win.
“I just rode the best wave,” he answered, breath heavy in the receiver. “You should have been here. For South Florida, it was like surfing gold.”
“Rub it in,” I teased.
“Okay. Did I mention I’m not wearing a shirt?”
I chuckled, tapping the speakerphone button before dropping my phone to the bed so I could undress. “You never did play fair, Jamie Shaw.”
“So you’ve told me.” I swear, I could feel his grin through the phone. “How was the first day?”
“Long, but amazing. My boss is young and really cool. He seems eager to have me start on projects, which eases my initial worry of being a paper-pusher all summer.”
“Yeah right. Like they’d stuff you behind some desk. You’ll probably be opening another office in NYC by next week.”
I smiled, both at the image he’d painted and the faith he always had in me. “How was your day?”
“Meh,” he answered as a soft dinging noise rang out behind him. I heard the Jeep door close and the ringing stopped as he thrummed the engine to life. “Work was work, but I got out of the office early enough to get in some surf time. So life is great.”
“I miss the beach already,” I said with a sigh, pulling my loose silky blouse over my head.
“It misses you, too. Not as much as me, though.”
My cheeks heated and I unzipped my pants, wiggling them off my hips before letting them fall and kicking them near my clothes hamper.
“Are you getting undressed?” Jamie husked.
“Maybe.”
He groaned. “That’s just cruel.”
“Relax. I’m just taking a bath.”
“Of course you managed to find a place with a bathtub.”
“You know I wouldn’t live without one again. The seven months at Alder were torture enough for life.”
Jamie was quiet then, and I wondered if hearing me speak so casually about that time in our lives stung. I felt it a little, like an electric shock when you touch a freshly-laundered pair of jeans.
“I want to see your new place,” he finally said.
“So get your ass up here.”
Jamie laughed. “Oh sure, I’ll be on the next flight. Who needs a job, right?”
“Exactly.”
I peeled off my panties and unhooked my bra, and then an idea sparked to life. I bit my lip, wondering if it was stupid, but grabbing my phone and clicking on the video chat option before I could talk myself out of it.
“Turn on your video and I’ll give you the virtual tour.”
“Hang on, I’m just pulling into my house. Give me a few minutes.”
I set up the camera on my end, making sure it was facing away from me as I walked naked back to the kitchen to open a new beer. When Jamie’s video clicked in, I saw his face, and he saw my view of Market Square.
“Damn,” he said, dragging the word out as he slung his own keys down on the same table he’d missed the night he’d taken me home. “Look at you, big city girl.”
“Pretty, right?” The sun was hanging low over the high buildings, casting shadows between the streams of golden rays of light. It seemed the entire city bled black and gold always.
