Merger Of Fortunes. Peggy Moreland
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to Case, Gina gave her a blank look. “About what?”
Zoie tossed up her hands. “About him! Case Fortune. I saw his Escalade parked out front when I got home from Sully’s. Sully sends his love, by the way,” she added.
“Sully’s such a sweetie,” she said fondly, then narrowed an eye at Zoie. “And how you do you know that was Case’s Escalade? Did you pick the lock and go through his glove compartment?”
“Didn’t have to. He has one of those Dakota Fortune parking passes hanging from his rearview mirror. Kinda hard to miss.”
“Oh.”
“No apology? Just, oh?” Chuckling, she flapped a hand. “Forget it. Now tell me where you’ve been all day. I’ve been climbing the walls, waiting for you to get home.”
Gina turned back to her desk and picked up her portfolio. “Here and there,” she replied vaguely.
“Uh-uh,” Zoie warned, trailing after her. “That’s not good enough.” She flopped down on the sofa and folded her arms across her chest. “I want to know every gory detail, starting with how you hooked up, all the way to the kiss I saw him plant on you in the hallway, and I’m not leaving until you tell all.”
Knowing her friend would make good her threat, Gina crossed to the sofa and sat down. “He was waiting for me when I got home last night.” She shot Zoie a frown. “Thanks to a nosy neighbor who can’t keep her mouth shut.”
Unfazed, Zoie tucked her feet beneath her, her expression expectant. “So? Did he spend the night?”
“Heavens, no!” Gina cried, shocked by the suggestion. “He carried my luggage to the door and asked me out. Period.”
Zoie’s face fell in disappointment. “Bummer. So what did you do today?”
“We went to Falls Park, took in the exhibit at the Horse Barn Art Center, and had dinner at that new Italian restaurant on Phillips Street.”
“Ah, come on,” Zoie groused. “That’s tour guide stuff. I want the juice. Physical contact. Whispered words of endearment. That kind of thing.”
“He held my hand. Does that count?”
“Stiff or foreplay?”
Gina looked at her askance. “What the heck does that mean?”
“Stiff is like dead fingers. No movement. Foreplay is playful, sensual. Thumb strokes on the palm. Little squeezes of the fingers. Which was it?”
Gina frowned a moment thinking. “Foreplay,” she decided.
Zoie rubbed her hands together in glee. “Oh, man. That’s good. Real good. What else?”
“While we were walking, he put his arm around my shoulders a couple of times. And he snuggled me up inside his coat when we were standing by the Falls.”
“Back to front or front to front?”
“Back to front.”
“Did you feel anything? Like a hard-on, I mean.”
“Zoie!” Gina cried.
Zoie held up her hands. “Okay, okay. Just trying to get a bead on his level of attraction.”
“It was one date,” Gina reminded her drolly. “It’s a little early to start thinking about sex.”
Zoie opened her hands. “Hey. Sex knows no time-line. When the time’s right, it’s right. You’ve got to learn to open up a little bit. Go with the flow.”
Gina winced. “I don’t know how.”
“Relax, you mean?”
Gina nodded.
“Alcohol,” Zoie said without hesitation. “Nothing loosens up a person’s inhibitions quicker than a stiff drink or two.”
Shaking her head, Gina pushed to her feet. “I’m not much of a drinker.”
“Good. That means it would take less to get you going.”
Sputtering a laugh, Gina planted her hands on her hips. “You are a real case, you know it? Here you are telling me to get drunk and have sex with a man I hardly know.”
“Do you want to remain a virgin the rest of your life?”
Gina winced, then shook her head. “No.”
“Does Case ring your bell?”
Gina rolled her eyes. “If you’re asking if I’m attracted to him, yes.”
Zoie shrugged. “Well, there you have it. Case Fortune is your frog-prince, the guy who’s going to introduce you to the wild side of life, teach you the old bump and grind.”
Gina clapped her hands over her cheeks, her face flaming. “I can’t believe we’re even having this discussion.”
Zoie unfolded her legs and rose. Slinging an arm around Gina’s shoulders, she drew her with her as she walked to the door. “Sister, it’s time. Past time, if you ask me. You’ve been wearing that chastity belt long enough.”
Three
At the moment, Gina felt more like a voodoo priestess than she did an author of children’s books.
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