Our Way

“Merry Christmas, old bag.”

I giggle. “Let me guess: you’re home alone, desperate and dateless.”

He chuckles. “Why else would I be calling you?”

“I thought as much.” I smile. “Merry Christmas, Henry.”

“Was Santa good to you?”

“Ha.” I laugh. “The old bastard forgot where I lived.”

“Yeah, me, too. I was hoping to wake up to a sack of hot Christmas fairies under my tree. The ones with two vaginas.”

I laugh out loud. “I haven’t heard of those kind of fairies.”

“Yes, only the very good get them.”

“Ah, that explains a lot. What are you doing today?” I ask.

“With the fam. You?”

“Same, I go back to New York on Wednesday.”

“I have some time off. Can I come and visit?” he offers.

I scrunch my eyes shut. He’s asked me this before, and I don’t want to go there with him. I know what’s going to happen if he comes to visit me. Our conversations skate along the edge of flirting often.

“Not yet,” I reply. “I’m not ready for visitors yet. You’ll have to stick to your Christmas fairies for a while.”

He chuckles. “Okay, your loss. You can’t really compete with doubled-pussy fairies, anyway.”

I laugh. “Undoubtedly.”

“Eliza!” my mother calls. “Dessert.”

“I’ve got to go.”

“Okay, I’ll call you next week.”

I smile. “Bye, Henry. Merry Christmas.”

“Bye, Lize. Have a great day.”

Nathan

January

“Hi, there,” the sexy voice behind me rasps. “Where have you been?”

I turn, surprised. “Stephanie, hi.” I force a smile.

“Have you been avoiding me?” she purrs.

I chuckle. “I couldn’t even if I tried.”

“This is true.” Her sultry eyes hold mine, and I know she has something on her mind. Stephanie always has something on her mind. And, yes, I have been avoiding her like the plague.

“What are you doing tonight?” She goes up onto her toes as if distracted. “Do you want to get a drink?”