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Katie looked at her. “Do you want me to tell you how many carnal fantasies I’ve had about you, Wilifred Greene? Because I will do that. I’ll do that right now. There were at least six just today. We are struggling, right now, with ‘friends.’”
Wil put her hand over Katie’s on her thigh, rubbing over Katie’s wrist with her thumb. “Do you want me to tell you mine?”
Katie gasped,wantsluicing over her body in a terrible, hot wave. “Yes. No.”
“Look,” Wil said, pointing out the window.
Mr. Cook and Brunette came apart, but they were holding hands, and then Brunette got into the driver’s seat and started pulling out while Mr. Cook jogged to the front door of the house.
“What just happened?” Katie asked. “What? I don’t get it.”
“Come on, get out of the truck.”
Katie opened her door, still disoriented by her feelings and her sudden horniness, and slid-slash-fell out of the truck onto a neighbor’s lawn.
“Are you okay?” Wil shout-whispered, coming around and holding out her hand.
“Yes. Shit.”
Wil pulled her over to the sidewalk. “We’re on a walk. Ladies on a walk.” She hadn’t let go of Katie’s hand.
“You should get out your phone and look at it, and I’ll talk to you about something boring. Not sex things.”
Wil squeezed her hand and gave her a look that made Katie want to stop walking and press her thighs together, but then she got out her phone.
They approached Mr. Cook’s house in the dark, crunching over remnants of half-frozen snow, pretending to be on a walk, Katie talking about if she thought Trois’s eye drops were working for a mysterious eye goop issue. As they passed Mr. Cook’s house, Katie saw that the front curtains were still partially open. There was a Christmas tree lit up in the corner and a flat-screen tuned to the news on a wall above a fireplace.
A blond woman was sitting on the sofa.
“Katie!” Wil hissed.
“Iknow! I see her.”
Mr. Cook walked into the room with a plate, sat down next to the woman, andput his arm around her.
Wil let out a small scream and started running, pulling Katie with her. They ran all the way back to the truck and got inside of it, slamming the doors and starting it up, peeling out of the neighborhood.
They got to the stop sign at the end of the street and started laughing.
“What does it meeeaaan?!” Katie finally managed to say. “Wil!”
“I don’t know! That we are fully grown women without sense or boundaries?”
“I don’t owe Mr. Cook sense or boundaries.” Katie felt a spark of rage. “All we’ve confirmed is that he’s managed to hold on to two fucking women for thirteen fucking years!”
“Two that weknowof.”
“Oh my God.” Katie made her eyes huge and plastered both hands over her mouth. “This is too much sudden reality in the Mr. Cook department.”
“You know why?” Wil asked. “Because tonight is the most actual investigating we’ve ever done.”
“I’m proud of us,” Katie said. “Look at our growth!”
They laughed on and off all the way back to Katie’s and around the driveway to her suite. It was still at least an hour until dinner would be ready, so there was time for Wil to help with her script. But walking with her to the door into the suite, Katie was hit with the same desperate want she’d felt when Wil touched her hand, when she’d looked at her, and she couldn’t pretend it wasn’t happening. She didn’t want to.
This, right here, wasn’t something that Katie had ever gotten. Not the way she wanted it. This swooping, impulsive, buzzing,terrifying, hot bolt of want, ofnow,ofthis one—the sense she’d do anything to satisfy it without inhibition, without thinking, without caring about even the most dire consequences.
She had never felt so absolutely present in her entire life.