Go to the bathroom.
Insatiable. How was your day?
Good. Noel’s going to be the next Burt’s Bees. Really wish you were here.
I think about introducing Angel to the Harristown group. She and Noel would be great friends, and I know she’d have a lot in common with Mindy. They’re both artists, although Mindy is more interested in commercial arts.
We could get a house out by the lake. I’d be sure it had a room with lots of windows where she could paint. I could take care of her…
I’m ready to do everything with you. Her text stirs a longing so deep in my soul.
I want to do everything with her. See you tomorrow, beautiful.
She signs off with a big red heart, and I walk to the shower, flicking on the hot water.
My mind is consumed with thoughts of Angel and me together as I step into the steaming glass enclosure. I love her art. I love her mind. I love the way she teases me, the way she laughs at my corny jokes, the way she cares for the people she loves.
Closing my eyes, I remember her touch, her fingers wrapping around me. I remember her hot little mouth sucking on my lips, my neck, my cock.
Her amber eyes are so round when she looks up at me from her knees. She flickers her tongue along my shaft, pulling me deep into her throat, tracing her fingernails up the insides of my thighs.
It only takes a few tugs to relieve the ache of missing my girl. My ass tightens, and I come long and hard, groaning her name as the water rushes over my back and shoulders. Bracing my hand against the wall, I breathe slowly, coming down, missing the warmth of her body next to mine.
I pull on the hotel robe and order room service. I’ll have a cocktail then dinner. In the morning I’ll stop by the nursing home on my way out of town, and I’ll be in Texas by the end of the day, ready to find some answers and be with my girl.
“Deacon, my goodness!” Miss Jessica pats my cheek when I lean down to give her a hug.
She’s sitting on a green couch in the activity room of the Pine Hills nursing home where she lives. It’s a small place, matching the small town, and the residents range from needing light assistance to hospice care.
“I haven’t seen you in ages. Where have you been?”
“How does he look?” Ms. Irene, her blind best friend who also lives in the home is beside her on the couch.
Ms. Irene’s straight white hair is styled in a long braid down her back, and her blue eyes gaze in the vicinity of my face. Both old ladies are dressed in flowered smocks, soft pants, and slippers. They appear harmless, but I’ve learned not to underestimate them.
Miss Jessica leans to her. “He looks like a young Gary Cooper. Tan suit with a white shirt and navy striped tie that makes his blue eyes glow.”
She nods up at me, and they ladies shake their heads.
“Stop it, you’ll make him blush.” Mindy Ray, Noel’s best friend and my former college buddy walks up, pulling me into a hug.
Mindy’s in jeans and a red sweater, and her long brown hair is in a low ponytail over one shoulder. She started her own marketing business and only works part-time here now, but she still pretty much runs the place.
Stepping back, she inspects me with her arms crossed and her eyebrow raised. “Gary Cooper… hmm… I can see it. You’re a little too cocky for Mr. Cooper.”
“I’m not cocky.”
She makes a pfft sound. “You most certainly are.”
“I miss all the good stuff now,” Ms. Irene sighs.
“Did you come to see Mindy?” Miss Jessica waggles her eyebrows at the two of us, and I take a seat beside her.
“I came to see you.”
“Oh, my land, I’ve waited for this.” She puts a hand on her chest. “Cowboy, take me away!”
Shaking my head, I take the letters out of my bag. “Noel found these in an old box at the feed shed. I asked her if I could bring them to you… I think one of them might be from my grandmother.”