“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“Wicked, sister. Luke is hot,” she said.
Boy, did I ever know that.
“He works for my brother,” she went on.
“I know.”
“What happened yesterday?”
“I don’t know. He went gonzo on me. I haven’t seen him in years. I popped by and he just lost it.”
Silence then, “Girl, I know Luke pretty well. He doesn’t lose it unless he has a reason.” She said this with only a hint of accusation but I felt like a bitch.
Maybe I was turning into Marilyn and Sofia. I shivered and I shivered because that would suck.
Time to fight back the Barlow Bitch Pull.
“It’s a long story,” I confided. “We have some history. I made him a promise I didn’t keep and it was important to him.”
“You two work things out?”
“Not really.”
“You gonna work things out?”
I hoped not. I didn’t know what working things out would entail but I had a scary feeling it would entail Vibrator Infidelity.
“We’ll see,” I allowed. “I’ll tell you about it tonight.”
“Righteous. See you at seven.”
“Cool.”
We hung up and I sat looking at the phone with the very unhappy thought that my life was about to get pretty f**king complicated.
I had barely pulled up my files when the doorbell went. I sighed, walked away from the computer and down the stairs. I opened my door and Riley was there.
Really, he was seriously good-looking. I wasn’t into blond guys but if I was I’d likely have a crush on him.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey,” he replied on a white smile and lifted up a bag. “Noodles, veggies, no processed cookie-type food.”
“Damn,” I mumbled to be funny, and, as usual when I was trying to be funny, he laughed.
As I let him in the phone started ringing.
I took the bag from him saying, “I’ll see to the food, you get the phone.”
“No problem.”
I headed to the kitchen. Riley headed to the cordless in the living room.
I was pulling noodles and veggies out of the bag (which, I had to admit, looked good) to put on Fiestaware plates (cobalt blue for Riley, pink for me) when he walked in saying, “Sure, she’s right here.”