Me: I’m good. How is the hiking going?
Keith: All I can think about is fucking you.
My jaw dropped. Keith had never talked to me like that before. I glanced over at my mother and quickly walked outside.
Me: Um…
Keith: I was thinking about you and had to go off and take care of myself as I looked at your picture, baby. I imagined I was fucking you against a tree. I hate being away from you.
I was instantly wet as I closed my eyes and pictured Keith doing just that. I opened my eyes and texted him back.
Me: Where are you now?
Keith: Standing on top of a mountain not moving because I have a signal.
Me: LOL! I miss you.
Keith: I miss you, too. I’d better go. Love you, Liza.
I didn’t hear Walker approaching, but I heard him laugh. I lifted my head quickly to see him, still with my father. Daddy turned and headed over to me; Walker followed.
“Liza, you feel like going on a road trip?” Daddy asked.
Looking down, I quickly typed a goodbye to Keith.
Me: Miss u. Love u.
I stood up and smiled. “Road trip? Where?”
Walker was looking down at the ground, kicking a rock around with his boot.
“Kentucky. It was just gonna be me and Walker, but I’d love to spend some father-daughter time with you.”
My heart just about burst with joy. “Yes! Daddy, I’d love to do that.”
Walker jerked his head up. I wasn’t sure whether or not he was displeased that my father had invited me along.
“All right, then. Go pack up, baby girl. We leave in the morning. Early.”
I clapped and skipped a little.
Walker cracked a smile and shook his head. I headed into the house and rushed past my mother.
“Where in the world are you going in such a rush?” she asked.
I called over my shoulder, “I’m going to Kentucky with Daddy!”
She laughed as I took the stairs two at a time. I pulled my suitcase from under the bed. I couldn’t believe I’d have a whole week with my father! And with Walker!
Wait. What? Damn it. I sat down on my bed, my head in my hands. I’d just been daydreaming of my boyfriend fucking me, and now I was excited about spending time with Walker. I moaned in frustration as I fell back on the bed. There was a faint knock at the door. I sat up to see my mother standing there. The smile on her face told me we were about to have a talk. I motioned for her to come in. “What’s up, Mom?”
She scrunched up her nose in that oh-so-cute way of hers and shrugged. “Just thought maybe we could have a heart-to-heart.”
“Sure. About what?”
She sat down on my left side and reached for my hand. “Where’s your ring?”