But he wasn’t in the front room. Nor the rear.
Oh, Pru breathed. I’m so sorry.He shrugged. She gave me twelve great years. Shared my food, my bed, and my heart for all of them. Slept with me every night and guarded my six like no other. He smiled. She’d bring me game she’d hunted herself when we were hungry. She followed me everywhere. Hell, she didn’t even mind when I’d bring another woman home.
Pru blinked. That’s . . . sweet?Yeah. She was the best dog ever.She reached out to smack him and he flashed a grin. Don’t be ashamed of wishing for love for yourself, sweetness, he said. Everyone deserves that. Whoever he is, I hope he’s worthy.
No, really, it’s not—Or she, he said, lifting his hands. No judging here. We all stick together, you know what I’m saying? Take Tim, the barista at the coffee shop. When he decided to become Tina a few years back, no one blinked an eye. Well, okay, I did at first, he admitted. But that’s only because she’s hot as hell now. I mean, who knew?
Pru nodded. Tina had made her coffee just about every morning for three weeks now, and on top of making the best muffins in all of San Francisco, she was indeed hot as hell. I’m not wishing for me though. I’m wishing for someone else. Someone who deserves it more than me.
Well, then, he said, and patted down his pockets, coming up with a quarter, which he tossed in after her dime. Never hurts to double down a bet.You can’t possibly be ready to have sex again. We did it like sixty-nine times last night. Her tone was exasperated but her lips were curved into a smile.
She rolled her eyes. Don’t get any ideas. Then she handed me my cell phone. We have work to do. Your phone was ringing earlier.Looking down, I noticed three missed calls and one message—two from my lawyer, and two from the judge on my case.
Trying to remain calm, I glanced at Emma. I’ve got to listen to this. Can you give me a minute?Of course. She nodded and then walked from the room as I pressed the phone to my ear to listen to the most recent message.