Chapter 24
Day Twelve
Trailer Mama,
See you soon.
-Trailer Daddy
Absolutely not. Never call me that again.
-Dev
-Notes on the whiteboard, September 1st
Rhett
“If I had known great sex qualified as rest, I might have given it a try sooner than this,” Devon says, collapsing onto my chest after an afternoon filled with just that.
“How many more days do I get to keep you here?” I ask around a laugh.
She counts it out on my chest with light taps of her fingers. “If you count today, four.”
“Why does that seem like too many?” I ask.
Devon smiles. “Because I’m finally willing to admit I lost that bet.”
Devon
Allie: You come home in two days! Miss you so much.
Me: Miss you too!
Me: Actually, I’m planning to stay a couple extra days. Bea, would you be okay without me at work for two days longer?
Allie: WHAT?
Bea: Of course! Everything’s golden.
Sadie: You guys are definitely sleeping together.
Me: We are.
Allie: Again. WHAT?
Rhett emerges from the trailer wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants, slung low on his hips, something about the casualness of it combined with all the exposed sun-tanned skin of his muscled chest and the heavy lines of his traditional tattoos, making him even more irresistible. He runs a hand through his blond hair and waves at me where I sit on the reception rock texting my friends, then leans back in one of the Adirondack chairs with a book. Maybe I could stay longer than two extra days.
Me: Gray sweatpants confirmed.
Allie: I repeat. WHAT?