I raised my eyebrows. “But you didn’t learn it from your mom?”
“No,” Tommy said, as he leaned in and lowered his voice. “She gets sad when we talk about your traveling.”
I frowned. “Tommy…”
“Hmm?”
“Who talks to you about me?” I asked curiously.
Tommy’s face changed immediately, and he looked unbearably sad. For a second, I actually thought about pulling him in for a hug. He shuffled his feet as though he didn’t want to answer me.
“Tommy?” I nudged gently. “You can tell me.”
“He used to tell me stories about you,” he replied softly. “Before…before he went to heaven.”
Chapter Fifteen
Natalie
“Have you thought about what you’re going to wear?” Missy asked, looking through my clothes with mild distaste.
“Um… I was thinking something similar to what I wore on my twenty-first?” I suggested.
“I agree.” She nodded. “That was what caught his attention in the first place. You don’t want to wear the same dress, though, do you?”
“Well, I was thinking about it,” I admitted. “But it seems a little too much for a dinner at home.”
“At home?” she repeated suddenly, looking at me with wide eyes. “Did you just say dinner at home?”
“Uh… Yeah. Why?”
“He’s cooking dinner for you at his place?”
“Well, I don’t know if he’s the one cooking,” I said, with a shrug. “He might just be ordering in.”
“But it’s going to be at his place?”
I frowned. “Why are you being weird?”
“Oh, it’s definitely on tonight,” Missy said, clapping her hands together with glee.
“Excuse me?”
“Sex!” Missy nearly yelled. “Sex is so on the table tonight.”
I bit my lip and sighed. “I was kind of thinking the same.”
“It’s a good thing I made you get on the pill, huh?” she said, wagging her eyebrows at me.
“I still think it’s unnecessary,” I said. “What if we don’t end up having sex?”
“Better to be safe than sorry,” Missy pointed out. “And in any case, Chance is having you over to his place for a meal. You know what’s also at his place?”
“What?”
“A bed,” she smirked. “Not that there is not a plethora of other ways to have sex.”
I felt a nervous shiver run down my spine. “Stop it,” I said. “You’re making me nervous.”