pulling out of my driveway.
"I don't care. Pick a place," I grumbled from behind a pair of large sunglasses.
"Give me a direction to go in."
"I don't know," I threw my hands up. "Go to the party store first."
"Drink your coffee," she said, irritated with my attitude.
"Yeah."
"Bitch."
"Whatev."
In the party store, we picked up toothpicks with umbrellas, colorful table cloths and a few other random items. Kit rambled on about her night out with other friends and other mundane things I barely paid attention to.
By the time we reached Costco, our third stop, she had enough of my "attitude problem."
"What is wrong with you anyway?" She demanded.
"I haven't been laid in over a year!" I yelled at her. "Excuse me if I'm a little bitchy about it."
"Well, why is it a problem all of a sudden?" She snapped back. "You're the one that wants to wait until you've dragged some poor loser to the alter before you let him touch you."
"What? I've never said that!"
"You all but implied it when I tried to hook you up when your divorce was final."
"I was traumatized , you moron!"
"Well, yeah," she shrugged, feeling a little bad. "So, are you not traumatized now?"
"No, not really," I sighed, throwing an enormous bag of tortilla chips into the cart. "I'm frustrated. I need a penis - a real one."
"Is there someone you have in mind?" She gasped before I could respond and then slapped herself in the forehead. "There is, right? Oh wow, of course there is! Who is it?"
"No one," I said and looked away to hide the redness in my cheeks.
"You've been keeping secrets, Lindsey! Who is he? Some guy has you frustrated, who is it?"
She wasn't going to let up, and she knew me too well to believe me if I lied. I sighed deeply and looked around to make sure no one was looking. I told her everything that had happened, even our conversation from the night before.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" She said, gaping at me.
"No," I said, pulling the cart towards the checkout lanes.
"I don't know what to say."
"Me either," I said.
"I think you should try to get him in bed."
I gave her a look that said "you're stupid" as I loaded up the conveyer belt.
"I'm serious," she insisted. "He's the one you really want, having sex with someone else isn't going to be fulfilling at all."
"So, I'm just supposed to throw myself at him like a fool?"
"Like stalking him from your car didn't make you look like a fool?" She snorted.
"Point taken, but he made it clear how he feels."
"Yeah, he doesn't want to hurt you, but he does want to bed you. What if you did it with him and then went on your way? I mean, he does it all of the time, he's not going to mind. His main concern is that you're okay with it. Could you be?"
I shrugged and let the question hang in the air unanswered while I paid for the food and we packed up Kit's SUV. I suggested we make a drop at my house before continuing on to the last store.
"Well?" She asked when we were on the road again. "Are you okay with casual sex?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Then you should casually sex him up. At least you'll release some very obvious tension."
"Maybe you're right. I mean my attraction to him has mostly been sexual in nature anyway," I said, although I was sure it was more than that.
We went to pick up alcohol and then I let Kit drag me to the mall to find a new outfit for the night. I felt pressed for time as we sped back to my house a couple of hours later. I still had a lot to set up before the food arrived, and guests would start popping up soon after that.
When we got back to my house, we idled in front of it for a moment, jaws on our chests. Rhys's car was parked in my driveway. I was first to shut my mouth.
"I should really stop being surprised," I said, opening my door. "He's so random."
"I've never known the man to be random," Kit said, shaking her head.
Rhys met us outside and helped carry everything in. Kit was remarkably silent as he explained that he wanted to help with the set up and finish up
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