Page 78 of The Secret
Micah:Because I just asked you a direct question and you answered it directly, so I want to know who you are and what you’ve done with my boyfriend.
I knew I was grinning like a lunatic, but I couldn’t help it.
Con:Sure you don’t want me to keep replacing him? You must have a hard time keeping him in line.
Micah:I’m gonna show him exactly how I keep him in line this afternoon. I’m in the mood to be bossy.
I stuck my tongue firmly in my cheek.
Con:Really.Do tell.
My cock stirred in my jeans, and I looked down the street to the far end of the town center, where Micah was right now. So close and yet so far.
Micah:I’d love to. Unfortunately, I’m at the farmer’s market, standing across from YOUR MOTHER.
I grinned.
Con:Please tell me you’ve accidentally cast longing looks in her direction.
He didn’t reply, and I burst out laughing, right in the middle of Weaver Street. Rena and Dana Cobb, who were emerging from the bakery next door, turned in my direction. Dana’s hands were wrapped around Rena’s arm like they were two lovebirds on a stroll, which I guess they sort of were, even after a billion years of marriage.
I’d always thought the two of them were sort of a strange pair. Rena, an artist with short, grayish hair, and a stocky build, was known for her sharp humor and her love of shocking people—most recently, with the giant phallus sculptures she’d, erm,erectedat their farm outside town. Dana, meanwhile, was at least a decade younger and four inches taller, with blonde hair she wore in a cheerful ponytail and an endless supply of patience, which she needed as manager of the Crabapple Bed and Breakfast.
“You’re like a breath of spring on a cold day, Constantine,” Dana said with a wink. “Isn’t he, Ree?”
“Mmm,” Rena said, looking amused. Dana seemed to take this for agreement.
“That’s why I like you, Con,” Dana continued, smiling warmly. “You always try to be cheerful, no matter how hard things get or how gray the sky is. Best way to go through life. Isn’t it, honey?” she asked her wife.
I wasn’t sure I agreed with her assessment, but before I could say anything, the phone in my hand vibrated audibly.
Rena’s lips twitched as she glanced at it, then up at me. I clasped the phone to my chest protectively, even though I knew there was no way she could see who I was texting.
“I guess even naturally cheerful folks sometimes need a reminder to smile every once in a while, eh? And better still if they turn your engine at the same time?” She wiggled her eyebrows.
I felt myself blush and I wondered for a moment if maybe Rena had x-ray vision.
“Rena!” Dana said, slapping her wife’s arm in mock outrage.
“Dana!” Rena teased back, wrapping her arm around the blonde woman’s back and looking up at her with a fond wink.
Dana sighed. “I’m taking you home before you cause any more trouble.”
Rena grinned. “See what I mean, Con?” She made a noise like a revving motor and let her laughing wife tow her across the street to their SUV.
I shook my head as I look down at my phone.
Micah:All I can say is, she nodded at me and didn’t even scowl. I don’t know how to interpret that, except if I don’t show up later, it means we’ve run off. Or she killed me.
Con:The second one is more likely. You’re a troublemaker.
Micah:Thanks to your influence.
Micah:Oh, great. Now Leandra wants to know why I’m laughing at my phone. Apparently, this is suspicious.
I snorted even though he couldn’t hear, and I thought of Rena and Dana.
Con:Maybe because you used to be a man with no sense of humor who’d glare at me across the aisle?
