Page 114 of Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming

“Go, Silas!”Aimee cheers.

Bridget has her girls on speakerphone at the hotel. They finally made it to Idaho after Silas woke up super early to changeand check out. They’re way behind schedule, but does Bridget care? Hell no. This mission has resulted in the best outcome possible. Even better than revenge on her ex. She’s in love. Hearing Silas tell her he fell for her was a relief because she’s been falling for him since their breakfast date at the diner.

“Let me tell you. The dirty talk was hitting. That man asked me why my pussy was so good. I was like, ‘Sir, I need you to explain why your dick is making me want to have your baby.’ And I can’t even make babies anymore, y’all,” Bridget says.

“I love that! The other night, Kofi put his lips to my ear and said, ‘Your pussy’s so wet, Sooch. Is that what this dick does to you, baby?’ I’m telling you … I was flooding like Niagara Falls after he said that,” Suchi says.

The ladies burst out laughing.

“Don’t leave us hanging, Aimee and Lyric. What are Patrick’s and Ranson’s best lines?” Bridget asks.

“Ranson doesn’t have a line per se, but he does this growling thing that gets my mojo going.” Lyric closes her eyes and shivers at the thought.

“And good Lord, Patrick has a whole plethora of lines. The other day we were fucking on his balcony?—”

“Wait! Y’all were fucking where?” Bridget asks.

“Hush up and let me finish the story. Anyway, he grabbed me by the throat while fucking me from behind and told me?—”

“Aimee! What are you telling the ladies?” Patrick says in the background.

The ladies giggle.

“It was good stuff, my love.”

“Hurry up so I can give you some more of that good stuff.”

“You’re going to have to wait, sir.”

“Look at you, Aimee. Showing restraint,” Lyric teases.

“Excuse me, Ms. Fuqua. I have self-control.”

Suchi blows out a raspberry and chuckles. “Ha! No, you don’t,”

“Seriously, you are ad-dick-ted to that man,” Lyric jokes.

“Hell, we all are ad-dick-ted to our men,” Aimee counters.

They laugh some more.

“Would y’all think I’m crazy if I told you I’m already in love with Silas?”

“After Ukweli and everything we’ve had happen to us over the past seven months? No,” Lyric replies.

“Good, because I am.”

“We’re so happy for you, Bridge,” Suchi says.

“Thanks. Me too,” she beams with joy.

It’s almost midnight when Silas and Bridget make it to Montana. The man’s stamina needs to be studied, pronto. He somehow managed to fuck her again and drive nine more hours, with a few stops in between for them to eat and see some local sights. They hit up a few shops and took selfies. Bridget sent a couple to the kids and her girls. She doesn’t want to post on social media until she speaks to Silas first. She looks at the picture they took earlier and caressing the image on the screen as he comes out of the bathroom after a shower.

“What are you smiling at?” Silas asks.

“Us.” She turns her phone so he can see the selfie.

Silas smiles at the picture.