Chapter 29

“Of course he’s not little. I was just being funny.”

“Your sense of humor drains me.”

“Well, I’ve never drained anyone. The truth is, the pool boy drains you, not Rosemary Dublin! Not Danielle Silver! You’ve got it bad for the young man’s cock, my dear. I can hear such evidence in your tone. You can’t convince me otherwise.”

I became quiet, realizing my lost battle with her. I never argued with Rose when she was right, like now. I wanted and needed the pool boy like no other man I had ever met (Reynolds, William, and Ian), or who had lived with me. My every minute of each day had become fogged and consumed by Tacoma. Rose was right, the pool boy had me trapped. Shame on him. And shame on me for falling under his simple, youthful cock-spell.

“Are you there? Did I lose you?”

“I’m here.”

“Of course you are. How soon do you need a visit from me? Maybe I can lift your spirits and take your mind off your pool boy. I’m quite sure a visit must be needed. How does that sound, Robert?”