“Monday night I got a call from Athan.” She smiled, and I took a sip of my drink while I waited for her to continue. “And I may have seen him every night since.”
“What?” I choked on my margarita. “He’s been in Seattle all week?”
“Yeah. He comes over when I get home from work, we have dinner, and then we …you know. I pass out, and he leaves.”
“He leaves? Where does he go?”
V shrugged. “He said he was staying with that guy Martin.”
“So, it’s a nightly hook-up?”
“Pretty much.” She nodded.
“And you’re okay with that?”
“It’s not like he’s going to move here. We’re just having fun.”
“As long as you’re happy, I won’t give you shit.”
She leaned toward me and lowered her voice. “You know what’s weird though?”
“What?”
“I swear he fucks me so hard I have amnesia.”
Oh, dear Lord.I laughed—hard. “What the fuck?”
Valencia shook her head slowly as though she was trying to think of how to explain herself. She took a sip of her drink. “I know we have sex. You can always tell when you have sex, you know? And I remember bits and pieces, but I can’t remember every detail. Also, my neck is always sore the next morning.”
“Are you drunk?”
“Now?”
“No! When you two are—”
“No. That’s the thing. I have maybe a glass of wine. Max.”
“Have you asked him about it?”
“Ask him what? ‘Hey so this is crazy, but I can’t remember us fucking. Do you know why?’ Talk about an ego buster.”
“Well, when you put it that way.” We laughed. God, I was going to miss her. “Maybe you should record it?”
“Ladies.”
I turned my head around to see the man of discussion standing behind us.
“Athan!” V beamed. “What are you doing here?”
“My boy Draven said that I might find you two here.”
“You’re looking for us?” I asked.
“I’m looking for this one.” Athan wrapped his arm around Valencia and pulled her against him.
“You found her, but it’s Margarita Friday so you can’t take her,” I stated.
“Not wanting to take her—yet. Is it cool if I hang with you two?”