Baby Come Back(19)



“Tylar,” I interrupted her as she was now going on about how she hated when Amber would pick Preston up and hold her. “Does Trey have any birthmarks on his ass?”

(A moment of stunned silence . . .)

“What? Why in the world would you ask me something like that, Gina?”

“I’m sorry girlfriend,” I said, laughing, “I was kind of day dreaming about something I discovered on Tristan last week.”

“Which was?”

“Well, I was giving him this really thorough body massage; had the whole aromatherapy thing going on, and I noticed that he has this really cute little birthmark on one of his butt cheeks. Looks like a devil’s fork. I just thought you know, he and Trey resemble each other and quite possibly Trey has a similar birthmark on his ass.”

(Christ that was lame. Tylar is not going to buy this.)

“I’ve not come across one yet, Gina. I’ll be sure to let you know if I do, though.”

(Now that was just plain being a smart-ass!)

We talked for a few minutes more, and then promised we’d get together the following week for lunch.

I finished my dinner preparations and then took a quick shower and dressed before Tristan got home. At 7:30 I was still waiting for Tristan to get home. I had called his cell but it had gone to voicemail which meant he either had it turned off or was in an area where a signal was difficult to pick up. I was getting more pissed by the moment. I wasn’t about to call the club and come off as some insecure, suspicious girlfriend.

(Although, that is exactly what I was at the moment.)

He finally rolled in at almost eight o’clock, acting like nothing was amiss.

“Hey sweet baby,” he said coming over to give me a kiss. It didn’t take him long to notice my statue-like appearance.

“You’re mad?”

“No shit, Tristan. Dinner has been ready for hours. Where in the hell have you been?”

“I’m sorry, babe. I guess I should have called to let you know I was running late. I just had a few errands to run after I finished my shift. I didn’t think it would take as long as it did. Forgive me, babe?”

He still hadn’t really told me where he had been. I couldn’t resist him though when he was that close to me and giving me such a sweet, apologetic expression.

“I already ate,” I grumbled at him. “If you want something to eat, you’ll have to warm it up yourself.”

“Fair enough, babe.”



Later on, I was nearly asleep in our bed; Tristan was in the shower, whistling like he often did, when our landline extension in the bedroom rang. I looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was nearly eleven o’clock. The caller ID showed that it was a ‘Private Caller.’

I grabbed the phone.

“Hello?”

(Silence on the other end; definitely hear breathing.)

“Hello?” I repeated. A soft, sexy female voice came across the receiver finally. It was not much louder than a whisper.

“I’m sorry; I think I must have the wrong number.”

Click.





CHAPTER 11




Tylar and I were in my kitchen making deviled eggs and potato salad for our Memorial Day picnic out at her place. She had driven into town to visit her OB/GYN. She was getting a nice little baby bump going, despite the fact that her doctor had told her she wasn’t gaining enough weight during her pregnancy.

“I swear to God, Gina, those vitamins and supplements he has me taking make me too nauseous to eat. Besides that, food just doesn’t taste the way it should for me.”

“Well, is there anything you like that tastes good and is fattening? Ice Cream? Cake or Pie? Twinkies?”

“Don’t say ‘Twinkie’ to me,” she giggled. “Remember that whole ‘You’re Trey’s ‘Twinkie’ incident back in Bristol with Jenna?”

“Oh my God, I do! She was a piece of work, wasn’t she?”

“Back then I certainly thought so. That was before I met Amber, who is the ultimate piece of work.”

“So what’s going on with Trey and Amber?”

“Please Gina, don’t put it like that. I mean, I don’t think they’re having an affair for Chrissake.”

“Sorry, Ty; I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know, sorry. She’s just still underfoot every time I turn around. You know Trey invited her to the picnic tomorrow?”

(Oh hell no!)

“Yeah, he claims he felt sorry for her. I guess all of her family lives back in northern California. I suppose Trey feels that since he is her mentor, it is his responsibility we adopt her. She apparently is bringing a date.”

“Hmm. Interesting.”

(No doubt a prop in order to throw us bitches off her scent!)

“Well if nothing else; tomorrow should be interesting, right?”

“I guess,” she said, with a tired sigh.

“Hey Ty, are you really alright?”

“Gina, I am not going to complain about how I feel to you. I promised, remember?”

(Now I totally felt like a piece of shit. I’d never seen Tylar look so f*cking frail. . .)

“Honey - what does the doctor say?”

“He says I’m borderline anemic; but when he increases my iron, there are other problems. I just have to deal with it more with diet and exercise except that I’m too freaking tired to exercise.”

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