Page 14 of Real Good Love
Halfway through what they should call an orgasm roll, my new phone rings. I grab it, thinking it’s Logan, but it’s Greer.
“Hey, stranger!”
“Hey, trouble. Sorry I missed your call this morning. It’s been crazy out here. Also, LA traffic can go screw itself.”
“I still can’t believe you want to live there.”
“It wasn’t exactly a tough choice when I considered what was important.”
A few weeks ago, I wouldn’t have understood what she meant, but now I do. It’s strange how much can change in such a short time.
“I get what you mean.”
“So, are you going to spill? What’s going on? Are you loving Gold Haven?”
“I’m actually back in New York.”
The phone goes silent for a moment. “Already? You can’t tell me you’re bored with Logan.”
I steel myself to say the words that don’t seem to be getting any easier. “No. Myrna Frances, my old across-the-hall neighbor, passed away.”
“The old bat? The one who got you evicted?” Greer asks, confusion clear in her tone.
“Yeah, except she didn’t get me evicted. She ... actually, she left me everything, including her apartment.”
Another silence falls between us.
“Are you shitting me?” It seems to be the most astute question to ask when it comes to what happened.
“Not shitting you. I don’t have more money than you, but I’ve got a lot now.”
“I’m so sorry to hear she passed, but wow. That’s just ... crazy. So you’re staying in Manhattan for good now?”
My answer is quick and unequivocal. “No. At least, I don’t plan to right now.”
“So that means things are going well with Logan?”
“Things are good. Ilikehim, Greer. This is all-new territory for me.”
I don’t have to tell her that last bit because there’s no doubt that she already knows how unusual this is.
“How big is his dick?”
I choke on the spit in my mouth when my friend shoots me a question that would be more characteristic coming from me. “Did you really just ask that?”
“You would.”
“True. Friends shouldn’t let friends settle for guys with small penises.”
For some reason, with Logan as the subject, I find myself less willing to share than I have been in the past.
“Oh my God, you don’t want to tell me,” Greer says. “Either it’s really freaking small or you really dolike him, like him. And if I know you, there’s no way you’d fall for a guy with a small penis. It’s against the Banner Regent handbook.”
“I don’t have a handbook.”
“But if you did ...”
She has a point. “All I’m going to say is this. He’s got Congobeat.”
