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“Too bad the one I want doesn’t want me.”
“Maybe he’s gay.”
“He’s definitely not gay.”
Lauren raised an eyebrow at me.
“I’ve seen his art,” I said with a shrug.
“And you can tell the man’s sexual orientation from his art?”
“That and the fact he screwed half a dozen girls in his early twenties who won’t stop talking about it.”
Lauren cringed. “That had to be fun to hear.”
My face warmed. I knew way more about Theo’s penis than I should. Guess women don’t forget a dick with hardware. I mayor may not have asked follow-up questions. I’m pretty sure I could sculpt an accurate representation, if I wanted.
“Bet he’s packing,” Lauren said, fanning herself.
“Can we change the subject,” I said, feeling my body temperature rise as well.
“God, I miss sex.”
“So have some. There’s bound to be someone willing at Church. I’ll be your wing woman Friday.”
Lauren sighed. “Pretty sure I’ve been out with every single man in Peace Falls.”
“What about Aiden?” I asked.
Lauren patted my knee. “On that note, I’m off. What’s the address of the place you think might work?”
“47 Main.”
“Nice! That’s smack between Karma and Cal’s office. Are the other two on Main as well?” she asked, shoving her feet back in her boots.
I shook my head. “One’s in Jericho and the other is by the high school.”
“The Main Street one sounds like a no-brainer.”
“It needs a lot of work, and Rowan got twitchy with the rent numbers.”
“Yeah, that figures. Which do you like?”
“I don’t care as long as it’s not my mom’s kitchen. All I need is a worktable and peace and quiet.”
Lauren frowned. “So maybe not Main Street then.”
I sighed. “No, Main Street makes the most sense from a marketing perspective. I already told Rowan we’renotselling baked goods to randoms off the street. That part is business-to-business only. I only want people in the bakery if they’re placing an order for a custom cake or a huge event.”
“Well, I approve seeing as I can’t mark up your baked goods at Karma if you’re selling the same ones down the street.” Lauren opened her arms.
I made a show of begrudgingly accepting her hug before she left, but I might have let her squeeze me longer than usual. Sculpting was my emotional outlet. Without it, I found myself leaning into any affection I could grab. Theo’s continual rejection wasn’t helping either.
I settled back in my chair, grabbed the clay, and started working it through my fingers, clearing my mind of everything. I closed my eyes, because nothing else had worked, and let my hands move where they wanted.
“Crap on a cracker,” I said when I opened them a half hour later and found a thick one-eyed monster staring up at me. I squished the clay back into a ball, which was likely as close as I’d ever come to touching Theo’s penis.
Chapter four