She shoved her phone over to Crystal. “Read it.”
There was a flicker in Crystal’s eye, but she waved her hand in dismissal. “How do I know that’s from Elec?”
“Look at the number.” You stupid twit.
Crystal did. “Well, that isn’t a very romantic text message.”
“How about this one?” She couldn’t believe she was stooping to this level, but Crystal pushed every button she had. She found one from the night before that read, “Can’t wait to see you Monday.”
“I would write that to a friend,” Crystal said.
She pulled her own phone out and Tamara had a sudden horrible feeling that this was going to get ugly.
Crystal scrolled through and turned the phone to her. It was a text from Elec that read, “you do look hot.” Even though it smacked her in the face, she took a breath and willed herself to be calm about it. It was lacking in capitalization and punctuation, which said to Tamara that he was rushing, because he always used proper English in his texts to her. It also sounded like he was answering a prompted question, and when she studied the data below the message, she saw it was dated two months earlier. Nothing inconsistent with what Elec had told her.
“That was in response to when I sent him this picture,” Crystal said, punching buttons. She turned her phone to Tamara.
It was Crystal naked, which Tamara was familiar with, only this time she had a tiny die-cast car driving into her . . . eew. Tamara felt her mouth drop open and her eyes bug out. That was just beyond anything she would have ever thought made sense.
“You know, those cars rust when they get wet,” she told Crystal, suddenly feeling the desperate urge to laugh.
Crystal made a cluck of impatience. “Let’s both text him right now and see who he answers.”
Was she really going to engage in such a juvenile battle for male attention?
Apparently she was, because her fingers were already flying across her keyboard. “You’re on.”
They both typed furiously and hit Send right about the same time. Tamara’s was probably riddled with typos but the gist of it was that she was looking forward to making good on their bet.
Their phones sat on the table, next to each other, Tamara’s plain black and silver, Crystal’s pimped out in rhinestones. She glanced over at the dance floor and saw Imogen moving awkwardly and Suzanne getting into it, clapping her hands and smiling.
How long did it take to answer a text? She stared at her phone and willed it to chime.
It did.
Yes.
She opened it and read the message from Elec. “I can’t wait either. Been thinking about you riding me all day, Cowgirl. xoxo.”
Wow. He’d put hugs and kisses on the end. That made her feel all sorts of excited, as did the thought of being on top of him. The message was so personal, so beyond anything he’d ever written before, that she was almost reluctant to share it with Crystal. It was private.
But the other women yanked her phone out of her hands and read it. Her expression soured.
But she rallied when her own phone buzzed. “It’s Elec,” she said smugly.
Then her face fell as she read it and Tamara decided she wasn’t even going to ask what it said. She didn’t like Crystal but she had no interest in rubbing Elec in her face. Not any more than she had, anyway.
“Aren’t you going to ask what it says?”
“No.”
Crystal shoved her phone at her. Tamara glanced down at it. It said, “Please don’t text me anymore. I’ve told you, I’m seeing someone else.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, and she meant it. It hurt to be rejected, she understood that.
Crystal stood up. “Fuck you, bitch.”
Well, alrighty then.
ON Monday, long after the margaritas had worn off, Tamara wondered if she should mention the little incident with Crystal to Elec.
But when he showed up at four o’clock looking sleepy-eyed and sexy and greeted her with,
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your text from Friday,” she just smiled and kept her mouth shut.
Elec kissed her cheek, which she assumed was for the benefit of her kids, who were tearing around the family room. He said, “I think that’s the first time you got sexy in a text with me. I liked it. A lot.”
Yeah, she so wasn’t telling him what had motivated that.
She did confess, “I was out with Imogen and Suzanne. I had a little too much to drink.”
“I don’t care what brought it on, as long as you keep doing it.”
There were all sorts of things she wanted to keep doing.
So she leaned closer and whispered in his ear precisely that. “I plan to keep doing lots of things.”
“That is the best news I’ve heard in days,” he said.
“Rough weekend, huh?” she asked him sympathetically. He had a disappointing finish the day before when he’d blown a tire.
He nodded.
Hunter bounced up to him and grabbed his hands. “New Hampshire sucked,” she announced as she crawled up his legs with her feet. “You can make it up next week, though.”
Tamara was really going to have to sit her daughter down and have a stern talk about her language.
“Thanks, kid. I’ll try.” He held Hunter firmly while she finished her shimmy all the way to his upper thighs then dropped back down to the floor.
Hunter rolled her eyes and made a raspberry sound with her lips. “Don’t try. Just do it.”
Elec laughed. “Good point. Now should we go outside and fill up these water balloons I brought?”
“Yeah!” her kids both shrieked, running for the back door, flinging it open and tearing into the yard, leaving the door wide open for bugs to take advantage.
Elec shot her a bemused look. “Guess they like the idea of water balloons. Come on out and let’s see if I can hit you in the chest with one.”
“Elec!” Tamara smacked his arm. “I’m not having a wet T-shirt contest with my children around.”
“Like they’d think anything of it. They’d just figure you didn’t duck fast enough.”
He was wearing tattered jeans and sandals with a beer T-shirt, his hair flat under a ball cap, and he was so damn cute she was having a hard time not reaching out and squeezing the daylights out of his butt. Not to mention other things.
“You can hit me back,” he offered. “Make me look like I wet my pants.”
She laughed. “You’re crazy.”