No One Else (The Ladies Who Brunch 2)

By the time I get home from the restaurant with Nick, it’s just before nine. We had a few beers, shot the shit some more, filled each other in on the time since we’ve seen each other last, all the while avoiding the topic of his sister.

I felt relaxed after a hellish week, but I know one thing that could make it even better.

My thumb hovers over the call button for Amelia’s number as I stare down at my phone in my hand. We never discussed seeing each other outside of work, but I’m horny and alone in my house, granting me the perfect opportunity to see her without my fatherly obligations or my job as an obstacle. Plus, I just really want to fucking see her or talk to her—any contact with her is what my body and mind are craving right now.

I decide to settle for a text message. That way, if she’s busy, the blow off won’t seem so harsh. My thumbs move over the screen, compiling a message that I hope will result in her coming over. I don’t debate or talk myself out of it, and as soon as it’s done, I press send and wait for a response.