holding Twyla’s hand. I smiled down at her. “It looks like Mason Jr. has some growing to do.”
She squeezed my hand. “About five months’ worth of growing.”
Dr. Sharma smiled at what I’m sure he assumed was a happily unmarried couple expecting their first child. “I will get the jelly off your belly and you can go and feed him… or her.”
I was dying to ask. “You can’t tell what it is yet?”
Twyla bolted up from the gurney. “Don’t say anything, Dr. Sharma! I don’t want to know.”
The doctor smiled. “My lips shall remain sealed.”
Twyla got dressed and we were about to leave when Dr. Sharma said, “You two are a lovely couple.”
I opened my mouth to correct him, but not before Twyla smiled and said, “Thank you, that’s very sweet.”
Huh? I should have really examined that statement from Twyla, and it did make me think back to Gran’s warning about putting a little distance between Twyla and myself, but I pushed the thoughts away. It was Twyla’s day, not mine. If she wanted the doctor to think she was shacking up with a super-hot guy in a cardigan, I wasn’t going to stop her.
Twyla had scheduled her appointment for our lunch break, so we choked down burgers in the car as we headed back to the library. Between bites, she asked, “How are things going with that guy?”
“Shane?”
“Is there more than one guy?”
I shook my head. “Things are going great… better than great. He’s amazing.”
She looked over at me, bug-eyed. “Wow! I don’t think I’ve ever heard you gush before. He must be really good in bed.”
That statement annoyed the hell out of me. The sex was good – the best I’d ever had, but Shane was so much more than that. I tried to respond to her without heat. “He’s a really good guy. He’s kind and generous and…”
“Why are you being so defensive?” Twyla interrupted.
“Defensive?”
“Yeah, you’re talking like you need to defend the guy. Is something wrong with him?” She covered her mouth in horror, “Does he have erectile dysfunction?”
I sighed. “He does not have erectile dysfunction.”
She looked puzzled, then a light bulb went on over her head. “He’s a freak, right? What did he do to you?”
She was pissing me off and I couldn’t say why. I felt the beginning of a wall going up between us, a wall I didn’t want, so I tore it down. “He likes to suck my dick while I read.”
Twyla shook her head. “That’s it? How boring is that? Jesus.”
“Trust me,” I grinned, “it wasn’t boring at all.”
She got quiet for a minute, introspective. “Can you come over for dinner tonight?”
I had plans with Shane, but she needed me and I knew it. “I’ll be there.”
“It’s okay, really,” Shane told me over the phone, “I know your friend must be having a rough time and feeling fragile.”
I felt panicky, like I was trying to reel in a big fish with a great ass. “I’ll make it up to you and I promise I’ll never ditch you again.”
“Don’t worry. I’m glad you’re there for your friend. You’re just proving to me what a good man you are.”
I laughed. “Did you have doubts?”
“Only a few thousand. You’d better be over here tomorrow night or I’m going to read War and Peace without you.”
“You know what they say ‘reading War and Peace on your own will make you go blind.’”
Shane growled out a laugh. “Says the guy who shot come in my eye.”
I was surprised by dinner at Twyla’s apartment. What was surprising was the fact that she had actually cooked. I went in expecting to find a box of pizza or lots of little boxes of Chines food, but, nope, she’d actually managed to pull together something that resembled a casserole. I didn’t have the nerve to ask what was in it. I just gave my compliments to the chef and dug in.
Twyla ate like a pregnant lady, which made me smile. I was happy to find that Mason Jr. was getting enough to eat. I myself managed to get down
She squeezed my hand. “About five months’ worth of growing.”
Dr. Sharma smiled at what I’m sure he assumed was a happily unmarried couple expecting their first child. “I will get the jelly off your belly and you can go and feed him… or her.”
I was dying to ask. “You can’t tell what it is yet?”
Twyla bolted up from the gurney. “Don’t say anything, Dr. Sharma! I don’t want to know.”
The doctor smiled. “My lips shall remain sealed.”
Twyla got dressed and we were about to leave when Dr. Sharma said, “You two are a lovely couple.”
I opened my mouth to correct him, but not before Twyla smiled and said, “Thank you, that’s very sweet.”
Huh? I should have really examined that statement from Twyla, and it did make me think back to Gran’s warning about putting a little distance between Twyla and myself, but I pushed the thoughts away. It was Twyla’s day, not mine. If she wanted the doctor to think she was shacking up with a super-hot guy in a cardigan, I wasn’t going to stop her.
Twyla had scheduled her appointment for our lunch break, so we choked down burgers in the car as we headed back to the library. Between bites, she asked, “How are things going with that guy?”
“Shane?”
“Is there more than one guy?”
I shook my head. “Things are going great… better than great. He’s amazing.”
She looked over at me, bug-eyed. “Wow! I don’t think I’ve ever heard you gush before. He must be really good in bed.”
That statement annoyed the hell out of me. The sex was good – the best I’d ever had, but Shane was so much more than that. I tried to respond to her without heat. “He’s a really good guy. He’s kind and generous and…”
“Why are you being so defensive?” Twyla interrupted.
“Defensive?”
“Yeah, you’re talking like you need to defend the guy. Is something wrong with him?” She covered her mouth in horror, “Does he have erectile dysfunction?”
I sighed. “He does not have erectile dysfunction.”
She looked puzzled, then a light bulb went on over her head. “He’s a freak, right? What did he do to you?”
She was pissing me off and I couldn’t say why. I felt the beginning of a wall going up between us, a wall I didn’t want, so I tore it down. “He likes to suck my dick while I read.”
Twyla shook her head. “That’s it? How boring is that? Jesus.”
“Trust me,” I grinned, “it wasn’t boring at all.”
She got quiet for a minute, introspective. “Can you come over for dinner tonight?”
I had plans with Shane, but she needed me and I knew it. “I’ll be there.”
“It’s okay, really,” Shane told me over the phone, “I know your friend must be having a rough time and feeling fragile.”
I felt panicky, like I was trying to reel in a big fish with a great ass. “I’ll make it up to you and I promise I’ll never ditch you again.”
“Don’t worry. I’m glad you’re there for your friend. You’re just proving to me what a good man you are.”
I laughed. “Did you have doubts?”
“Only a few thousand. You’d better be over here tomorrow night or I’m going to read War and Peace without you.”
“You know what they say ‘reading War and Peace on your own will make you go blind.’”
Shane growled out a laugh. “Says the guy who shot come in my eye.”
I was surprised by dinner at Twyla’s apartment. What was surprising was the fact that she had actually cooked. I went in expecting to find a box of pizza or lots of little boxes of Chines food, but, nope, she’d actually managed to pull together something that resembled a casserole. I didn’t have the nerve to ask what was in it. I just gave my compliments to the chef and dug in.
Twyla ate like a pregnant lady, which made me smile. I was happy to find that Mason Jr. was getting enough to eat. I myself managed to get down
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