“What did Preston say when you told him about dinner tonight?” I asked.
“He’s fine with it. I think he knows things have been out of balance lately.”
“Because of work?” I was worried the senator’s office would discover Lana’s case before we were ready to officially file. It was one more huge secret I kept from my friend.
She sighed. “Because of everything.”
“What’s going on, Greer?” I held my breath, praying it had nothing to do with Senator Mitcherson and Lana Foley.
We scooted forward in line and started placing the steaks and vegetables on the counter.
“I think it’s a phase. I know it’s a phase.”
“What is?”
She quieted her voice. “We’re both so tired when we get home we go to sleep.”
“Ohh.” I felt relieved. “That’s understandable. You’re exhausted. You both work crazy hours. That’s why Vaughn and I have lazy Sundays. We just re-charge.”
She shook her head. “No, I mean we sleep. Only sleep.” Her eyes bore into mine.
“Ohh.” I realized what she was telling me. “You haven’t?”
“Not in weeks. I don’t know when the last time was actually.”
We stopped talking when the cashier started ringing up the groceries. After we paid, we each grabbed the bags and walked outside.
Greer faced me. “I think it hit me when I saw how Vaughn just grabbed you like that.” She closed her eyes. “I don’t know if Preston has ever kissed me with so much … so much…”
“Intensity?”
“Yeah. That.”
“You’re probably right. It’s just a phase. You can get back on track with a romantic date. You two should have dinner together tonight if you’re both free. We can do the double date thing another night. Go have sex tonight.” I didn’t know if I was being generous or selfish. I wanted my alone time with Vaughn.
“No. This is just as important. I need to get to know the guy who is living in my apartment.”
We started walking toward home.
“He doesn’t live there,” I argued. I hadn’t offered him a drawer. He didn’t keep a toothbrush in my bathroom.
“I’m teasing you. I want to get to know him. See if I can break past that smoldering thing he has.”
I laughed. “I haven’t broken past the smolder.”
“Is it really serious between you two?”
“I don’t know how to answer that. It doesn’t feel casual if that’s what you’re asking.”
“How’s the sex? Tell me that. I need to live vicariously through you at the moment,” she pressed for details.
“Ok. That’s personal.”
“I know it is. But it has to be off the charts. It is, isn’t it?”
“Ok. I’ll tell you this.” I checked behind us to make sure there wasn’t anyone walking close by. “I’ve never … I’ve done all kind of new things. And I love it. Ok? That’s all I’m saying.”
“Thank God someone has a sex life.” She sighed. “I feel like a forty-year-old married woman. This is pathetic.”