A Baumgartner Christmas by Selena Kitt Page B

over the packing tape. “He stayed for a while when he
dropped me off but nothing happened.”
    Carrie ripped off a strip of
tape. “Do you like him?”
    “He’s cute.” Daphne smiled over
the rim of her wine glass.
    Carrie laughed, taping up the
box. “You like him.”
    “A little,” her friend admitted,
giving her a sidelong look.
    Carrie took the offered Sharpie,
addressing the box to the timeshare in Florida. “Do you want to know something
about him that I’m now pretty sure you don’t know?”
    “What?” Daphne gave her a return
address label to stick on.
    “He has a tattoo…” Carrie paused,
looking up at her for emphasis. “On his cock.”
    Daphne’s jaw dropped, a quite
satisfying response. “Are you serious?”
    “Creepy or sexy?” she asked.
    “Sexy.” The redhead nodded,
sipping her wine. “Unless it’s something weird. Then it could be creepy.”
    Carrie snorted. “See, I was
hoping you could tell me.”
    “Unfortunately, we didn’t get
quite that far,” Daphne sighed, watching her put the last box with the others.
    “Too bad.”
    “Tell me about it.”
    “Wait… quite that far. That
means…” Carrie squealed, jumping up and down. “I knew it! I knew it!”
    “So we made out a little.” Daphne
tried to hide her smile. “Not far enough to see his cock tattoo, though, that’s
for sure.”
    Carrie grabbed her glass of wine,
taking a gulp. “He offered to show it to me, but Doc stopped him.”
    “Go figure.” Daphne laughed.
    “Well, Doc is pretty open about
me being with women, but men… not so much.” Carrie shrugged, carrying her wine
into the living room.
    Daphne trailed behind her. “What
do you mean, he’s open?”
    “We’ve always had this
understanding, since college. Because, you know, I’m bi.” Carrie sat on the
sofa, curling her feet under her, inwardly holding her breath. Revealing the
fact that she was bi was the first step—and might be the last.
    “You are?” Daphne sank down
beside her, all wide-eyes.
    “Well… yeah.” Carrie glanced up,
trying to gauge her reaction.
    “Interesting.” The response
wasn’t much of a clue.
    So she just decided to ask her
directly. “Does that freak you out?”
    “No. I just didn’t know.” Daphne
ran a wet finger around the rim of her glass. “I mean, it’s not often you find
someone else who’s bi.”
    “You?” Carrie hid her smile
behind her glass. Doc had been right after all.
    Daphne nodded.
    “Doc thought you were.”
    “Did he?” Her friend laughed.
“But you didn’t guess?”
    “I suspected…”
    “So wait…” Daphne leaned in,
curious. “Have you been with a woman since you’ve been married?”
    “No.” Carrie shook her head. “But
Doc thinks I should.”
    Daphne’s eyes narrowed and she
frowned. “Is he one of those guys who wants you to be bi so he can cheat?”
    “No, it’s not like that,” Carrie
protested. “He doesn’t care if he’s not involved. He’s fine with me being with
a girl all on my own.”
    “Really?” Her friend looked
doubtful. “But he wouldn’t mind if he was a part of things, of course.”
    “Well yeah.” Carrie grinned. “I
can’t blame him.”
    “But not guys?”
    She pursed her lips, remembering
their conversation about Wilson. “Actually, we were just talking about that.”
    “And what did you two decide?”
    Carrie shrugged. “He’s not as
okay with that.”
    “Go figure.” Daphne snorted,
glancing at her. “Let me guess… the conversation was about Wilson?”
    Carrie blinked and swallowed, not
sure if she should tell her friend the truth—but they always told each other
the truth, right? Even when it hurt.
    “Well… that’s where it started, I
guess.”
    “I can’t blame you.” Daphne’s
finger traced round and round the rim of her glass. “He is fine. Prime
threesome material.”
    “Well, he’s not an option on the
table,” Carrie reminded her, putting her hand on her friend’s forearm. Her skin
was as soft as a