mean?”
“Well…” How did she put it? With Devin listening in, she felt like she couldn’t say as much as she wanted to.
“Emmy, why are you acting so strangely?”
“I’m not!” Emerald denied loudly, making other customers turn to stare at her.
“So just tell me already.”
“We’re just fucking, okay?” Emerald admitted, peeved. “There’s no romantic secret, no secret love… We’re just screwing each other’s brains out until something better comes along.”
“Emerald Felton!” Robyn protested.
“Sorry,” Emerald said, instantly regretting her outburst. She had the attention of most of the people in the nearby area. “But it’s true,” She added with a whisper.
“Well that sucks,” Robyn whispered back.
“No, it doesn’t. I’m loving it. You know I’d been going through a serious dry spell. He’s just what I needed.” She forced a laugh, feeling that she’d let her friend down. But Robyn was so happy and in love that she wanted that for everyone else.
“If you say so,” Came Robyn’s quiet reply.
“What did Lincoln tell Devin?” Emerald was curious to know what Lincoln had said.
“They didn’t talk yet. Linc’s at some event for his job and he told Devin he’ll call him later.”
“Oh.” It shouldn’t bother her that she hadn’t known about his work event but it did.
“I can’t believe you’re just having a fling.”
“Don’t say it like that.”
“But that’s what it is.”
“So? You didn’t care when I had a one-night stand. Why should this matter?”
“First of all, the couple of one-night stands you had were years ago. That’s the kind of crap most people our age were doing. No, Devin, I never had one!” Robyn said to her husband, who’d murmured something in the background.
Emerald couldn’t hold back a chuckle.
“And second of all, Linc is a great catch. I don’t want you two to just use each other. I want you to have what Devin and I have!”
“We don’t always get what we want,” Emerald said, seeing that the manicurist was waving her over. She stood up.
“Wait!” Robyn exclaimed, “Are you saying that you want a relationship with Linc? Like a serious one?”
“No,” Emerald denied. “I mean, people can’t always get what they want. Including you.”
“But-”
“I’ve gotta go, hon. I’m at the salon and I’m about to get my nails done.”
“But-”
“Love you!” In relief, Emerald hung up her phone. And after staring at it for a few seconds, she turned it off again.
“I knew you were seeing Emerald,” Allison said that night. They were in their parents’ living room, having just eaten dinner.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Linc demanded, watching his six-year old twin nieces, Sheila and Shelly, as they played each other in some girly video game. Everything was pink and there were ponies and hearts and rainbows.
“I saw what you wrote on Emerald’s post,” Allison said.
Before he could reply, his father entered the living room with a snifter of brandy in each hand. He handed one to Linc. Linc sat it on the coffee table without drinking any. Lawrence Thayer loved his after-dinner drink; it was his one indulgence.
Allison looked at him mischievously and he could already tell that she was up to no good. He shook his head at her and she stuck her tongue out at him.
“Here’s your tea,” Their mother said as she entered the living room with two steaming mugs of tea.
“Thanks, Mom.” Allison took the mug and blew on it.
“You’re welcome, dear,” Audrey Thayer replied happily. She was happiest when playing hostess and she always had been. His mother had been very resistant to let him and Allison move away for college. She wanted to go on being the happy homemaker, cooking elaborate meals every day and taking care of her home and children.
Linc sipped his brandy and put it back down on the table. He’d had a long day. He couldn’t wait to climb into his bed and get some
“Well…” How did she put it? With Devin listening in, she felt like she couldn’t say as much as she wanted to.
“Emmy, why are you acting so strangely?”
“I’m not!” Emerald denied loudly, making other customers turn to stare at her.
“So just tell me already.”
“We’re just fucking, okay?” Emerald admitted, peeved. “There’s no romantic secret, no secret love… We’re just screwing each other’s brains out until something better comes along.”
“Emerald Felton!” Robyn protested.
“Sorry,” Emerald said, instantly regretting her outburst. She had the attention of most of the people in the nearby area. “But it’s true,” She added with a whisper.
“Well that sucks,” Robyn whispered back.
“No, it doesn’t. I’m loving it. You know I’d been going through a serious dry spell. He’s just what I needed.” She forced a laugh, feeling that she’d let her friend down. But Robyn was so happy and in love that she wanted that for everyone else.
“If you say so,” Came Robyn’s quiet reply.
“What did Lincoln tell Devin?” Emerald was curious to know what Lincoln had said.
“They didn’t talk yet. Linc’s at some event for his job and he told Devin he’ll call him later.”
“Oh.” It shouldn’t bother her that she hadn’t known about his work event but it did.
“I can’t believe you’re just having a fling.”
“Don’t say it like that.”
“But that’s what it is.”
“So? You didn’t care when I had a one-night stand. Why should this matter?”
“First of all, the couple of one-night stands you had were years ago. That’s the kind of crap most people our age were doing. No, Devin, I never had one!” Robyn said to her husband, who’d murmured something in the background.
Emerald couldn’t hold back a chuckle.
“And second of all, Linc is a great catch. I don’t want you two to just use each other. I want you to have what Devin and I have!”
“We don’t always get what we want,” Emerald said, seeing that the manicurist was waving her over. She stood up.
“Wait!” Robyn exclaimed, “Are you saying that you want a relationship with Linc? Like a serious one?”
“No,” Emerald denied. “I mean, people can’t always get what they want. Including you.”
“But-”
“I’ve gotta go, hon. I’m at the salon and I’m about to get my nails done.”
“But-”
“Love you!” In relief, Emerald hung up her phone. And after staring at it for a few seconds, she turned it off again.
“I knew you were seeing Emerald,” Allison said that night. They were in their parents’ living room, having just eaten dinner.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Linc demanded, watching his six-year old twin nieces, Sheila and Shelly, as they played each other in some girly video game. Everything was pink and there were ponies and hearts and rainbows.
“I saw what you wrote on Emerald’s post,” Allison said.
Before he could reply, his father entered the living room with a snifter of brandy in each hand. He handed one to Linc. Linc sat it on the coffee table without drinking any. Lawrence Thayer loved his after-dinner drink; it was his one indulgence.
Allison looked at him mischievously and he could already tell that she was up to no good. He shook his head at her and she stuck her tongue out at him.
“Here’s your tea,” Their mother said as she entered the living room with two steaming mugs of tea.
“Thanks, Mom.” Allison took the mug and blew on it.
“You’re welcome, dear,” Audrey Thayer replied happily. She was happiest when playing hostess and she always had been. His mother had been very resistant to let him and Allison move away for college. She wanted to go on being the happy homemaker, cooking elaborate meals every day and taking care of her home and children.
Linc sipped his brandy and put it back down on the table. He’d had a long day. He couldn’t wait to climb into his bed and get some
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