Draining my own glass, I set it down, and the heavy base clanked against the table. I backed off the couch. “Trinity, I–I don’t know what to say to that. He’s never said for sure, but I’m pretty confident that Dakota would have no interest in Joey—”
“That’s not a no.” She giggled.
“Let’s be serious here, babe. Daks doesn’t even know that you and I experimented in college. I’ve never gotten the vibe from him that he’d be into anything kinky like that, either.”
“You’re still not saying no, Selena. All of your concerns are about Daks. Do you want to be with me again, for old times’ sake?”
I couldn’t answer her and began pacing the length of the couch. Having tucked her long legs up underneath her body, Trinity remained quiet, giving me space and time. “I could go for a cigarette about now,” I said then gave a humorless laugh after a few minutes. I’d given the habit up as part of the preparation for me getting pregnant.
“Come sit down, please.” Trin patted the couch, and with some hesitance, I returned. “When Joey and I started thinking about whom we could share this experience with, you, and therefore Dakota, were the first ones I thought of. I told him all about us, Selena. Our past.” She paused to reach over and hold my hand. “We’ve got such a close relationship already that we’d hoped you guys would help us make this fantasy a reality. So much so, that we took a time out from work to come home and see you.”
“Dammit, Trinity, this isn’t fair. I’m trying to have a baby. Daks and I are trying to start a family, yet you’re asking me to share my husband with you?” With a huff, I threw my arms up in the air, then swiped my hands over my face and through my hair, which I gripped tight.
“Not the way you put it. Look, you know we’ve got great chemistry. Don’t even try to deny that you enjoyed the things we did all those years ago.”
“Argh!” Getting up again, I wrapped my arms around my middle and stared at her. “Yeah, we did. But it’s been a decade, Trin. We’re grown-ups now, with grown-up lives and responsibilities.”
“I think you need some more wine.”
The happy buzz I’d been working on was gone. In its place, a throbbing headache was building. “No. No, I don’t. What I need is some time. And Dakota. Good night.”
I marched out of the room, ignoring the sound of my name being called after me.