Page 15 of Real Good Love
Greer sucks in a breath because she’s also fluent in the country-by-country penile-size comparison research. Mostly because we made it a game to memorize it just in case we both got to travel extensively and wanted to be sure we had the best chance of getting the good dick.
“Holy shit. I have to go look outside to see if people are ice skating, because I think hell just froze over. You really do like him.”
“I’m so fucked, Greer.”
“Why? It’s not a bad thing.”
“He lives in Kentucky.”
“And so do you,” she points out.
“For now. But what if ...” I trail off.
“What if what? What are you worried about?”
It’s time to face my fear. “What if he realizes I’m not enough for him?”
Another beat of silence passes before she responds. “I may have only met Logan Brantley once, but he didn’t strike me as a stupid man. You’re more than enough. He’s fucking lucky that you’re with him. You are a prize, Banner. Don’t ever forget it.”
In that moment, I’m reminded that sometimes you just need a pep talk from your best friend to set your world straight.
“You’re right. I am.”
“Good girl. Now, get your attitude back in place before we completely swap roles here.”
“I love you, G.”
“I love you, B.”
“I miss you. Don’t be a stranger.”
“Same to you. Now, go call that man and have some filthy phone sex so he’s thinking about you all night while you’re hundreds of miles away.”
“Damn, look at you being the dirty girl. It suits you.”
“Yeah, I guess it does.”
We say our good-byes and hang up.
I contemplate her suggestion while I finish my sushi, and then open my texts with Logan.
BANNER:Can you talk?
My phone vibrates in my hand thirty seconds later with a call rather than a text.
“Hey, Bruce.”
“Hi.”
“You’ve got some good timing. I’m just taking a quick break before I dive back into work.”
I look at the clock. It’s almost seven in Gold Haven. “How’s the project going?”
“I’ve got a shit load more work to do on this car than I thought. We’re all hustling, and I’m putting in more time than anyone because that’s how it goes. How are things up there?”
“I put in a lot of time at Myrna’s. It’s ... harder than I expected.” The burn of tears stings behind my eyes.
Logan’s voice softens. “Of course it is, babe. She might’ve been a crotchety old lady, but she was your crotchety old lady.”
