But if Lee noticed my reluctance to talk about my writing, or lack thereof, he didn’t mention it. Through the phone I could hear his name, someone paging him to the MRE lab and my lover sighed heavily.
“No rest for the wicked,” he said.
With a laugh, I teased, “I can be wicked if that’s the way you like it.”
“Is that a promise?” Sobering, he said, “Listen, hon, about my mom—”
“Hey, whatever you decide to do, Lee, is fine by me. I’m behind you a hundred percent.” I lowered my voice and breathed into the phone. “You know I like that position best.”
“You know you’re turning me on.”.
I could almost see his smile.
“And I have four more hours here with no relief in sight. But this is about my mom.”
The thought of his mother doused my arousal fast and I laughed. “What about her?” In the background, another page called out for him. “Do you have to go?”