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I turn back to the kettle as Carly skips out of the room, and I’m not entirely sure what just happened. All I know is I’m willing to give Will a chance. But a chance at what, I’m not too sure.
* * *
The next morning,as I’m pegging my hosed-down, freshly cleaned flip-flops to dry on the clothesline, my phone buzzes in my pocket.
I reach in and pull it out to see a text from an unknown number.
Unknown: Tonight’s the night
Weird! I ignore it.
Unknown: Don’t ignore me
How rude!
Me: Who is this?
Unknown: The man you’re going to have hot, sweaty sex with tonight
Will? How’d he get my numb— Damn it, Carly!
The blinds at the window to our kitchen move, and she waves her fingers at me, her phone pressed to her ear.
I type a response.
Me: You’ve got the wrong number. Sorry, I’m celibate
Will: Are you really?
I’m tempted to say yes.
Me: NO!
Will: Wouldn’t matter if you were
I laugh. Yeah right! But then I remember what Carly said last night and decide not to assume or judge.
Me: Really?
Will: Yes, because once you see my cock, you’ll change your mind
And there you have it.I place my hand on my hip and glare at my phone.
Will: Take your hand off your hip. I’m kidding
I do as he says then freeze, dread, or perhaps excitement, waving over me. Spinning to look around the yard, I stop when I see Carly laughing.
My eyes narrow.
Me: Are you on the phone with Carly?
Will: I am
I slide my finger over my throat in a slicing motion then point at her. I know it’s melodramatic, but so is she, so she’ll get my drift.
Will: Back to tonight. I’ll pick you up at six.
Will: Wear something warm
