“Unless you find a man out there who’s better than him,” she smirked. “Keep thinking positive, and maybe one will drop out of the sky.”
“Or appear out of thin air. Please, tell me how I’m supposed to find a man who’s good in bed. Do I get references from his previous bed partners after he tells me what he excels at?”
Throwing her head back, Lexie cackled. “Oh my God, can you imagine?”
“Most definitely not. If that’s what it takes, I’m out of the game.” I laughed along with her.
Once our laughter died down, Lexie sat up on her lounger and swung her legs around until she was facing me. “How have you been, with the exception of not getting any dick?”
“You know it’s not fair that out of you, me, and Penelope, I’m the only one not getting any.” Lexie bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling. “Other than that, my life is great. I can’t believe people are reading my book and loving it. It’s been surreal. I’m ready for a break, but my publisher wants me to get started on another book that I have no concept on yet.”
“Sounds to me like you need to find a young stud to please you, unblock your pipes, and then your life will be perfect.”
“Is sex the answer to all my problems?”
“It certainly won’t hurt, but if you want, I can brainstorm with you.” She sat up straighter and got serious. “Are you wanting to continue to write with the same characters like a series or something new?”
“I don’t know,” I moaned out as I threw my arm over my eyes. “I mean, how much can happen in that little town?”
“It wouldn’t be a place I’d want to live if people kept dying, but it doesn’t have to be murders. Does it have to be a mystery? Maybe you can have someone kidnapped or sold into the sex trade industry.”
“Wow,” I blinked. “I’m not sure I’m ready for people to be sex slaves yet in my books or ever, but maybe a kidnapping. A kidnapping would be fun. Although I think that’s too much for one small town. Can you imagine? I would move. Hell, I did move, but not because of the serial killer who was causing havoc on my town.”
“You’re right. I think it should be a new place with new characters unless it’s in a big city. The best part is you can travel to those places for research.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere but my bed for the foreseeable future. I don’t know how you do it?”
“It’s not easy. Especially with Delila, but we’ve got a system that works well for us.” She turned and looked to the gym, where we could see Ryder working out. I kept my eyes away. “When I first met Ryder, he was traveling nonstop. He didn’t even have a place to live since he was never home. I warned him he was going to get burned out even when we weren’t together, and luckily, he listened. He scheduled some much-needed time off, and after that, he started to look at the jobs he was offered. Who the photographer was, how much money he’d be paid, and who the shoot was for. If it wasn’t worth the time away, he didn’t take the job.”
“I never thought about all that. He seems so put together.”
“Now he is, and he was doing it for a good reason back then. He wanted to make money to help with his mother’s hospital bills. I warned him that if he didn’t slow down and got sick, it could fuck with his career. You’re only as good as your reputation in the modeling industry.”
“I’m sure he’s grateful he had you in his corner to give him good advice.”
Lexie nodded. “I do give good advice, and my advice to you is to enjoy what’s happening to you. You only get your first time being a New York Times best-selling author.”
“You’re right, and I am for the most part. It’s been an amazing experience, but with each passing day, my inbox fills up more and more with no time to look at them. It’s too much for me to handle.”
“Maybe you should look into getting an assistant. You don’t even need to have one come to your house. They can live hundreds if not thousands of miles away, but it might be worth it to have someone helping you, and then you wouldn’t be so overwhelmed.”
“Damn, you’re good. I should have talked to you about this a couple of months ago when I started drowning.” If I didn’t have to worry about all the emails coming in and a few other things, I wouldn’t feel like I was doing a never-ending task, and then I could plot out my next book.
“The hard part is finding the perfect one. Trust me, I’d been through quite a few before Raine came into my life. Now, I don’t know what I’d do without her. She wasn’t perfect at first, but we just clicked, and I knew eventually she’d get it. If she ever tries to quit, I’ll have to tie her up and never let her go.”
“Ugh, I didn’t think about the process of finding one. I’m not looking forward to that.”
“On with brighter news. Since you’re now a big shot author, I was thinking we should do a photoshoot. Get you some headshots and maybe take some other pictures if you want.”
My face flushed. I certainly didn’t feel like a big author. “I would be an idiot to turn you down.” I looked down at my lap and picked at the hem of my sweatshirt. “I have to be honest; when I first met you, I had no idea who you or Ryder were. I think after the second time I met you, I looked you up because of something that was said and realized that you’re kind of a big deal. Both of you are, and to know how down to earth and sweet you both are made me love you all the more.”
“Aw, you’re going to make me crazy.” Lexie smiled big, making her blue eyes sparkle in the sunlight. “I don’t expect people to know who I am. It’s not like a lot of people follow photographers. Now that I’m with Ryder and he posts pictures of us, more people recognize who I am, and it’s weird. Before, the only people who knew who I was were in the industry, and now they know me because of who I’m with. I’m sure you’ll get familiar with it soon enough. Because obviously when you were on your book tour, those people knew who you were, but don’t be surprised if you get stopped now and then at the grocery store.”
“Really? That’s got to be weird and something I’m not sure I’ll be ready for when the time comes.”
“Oh, it will be here before you know it.” Lexie shivered. “What do you say we go inside? This wind keeps picking up, and I’m getting cold.”
I wasn’t sure how she’d been able to stand it as long as she had on a light t-shirt and shorts. I had on leggings and a sweatshirt and was cold after only about thirty minutes.
I followed Lexie into her kitchen, one that would make a chef jealous.
“When it gets this windy, I get nervous. Do you want a cup?” she asked, holding up a coffee cup. It was too late for me to drink coffee and be able to sleep tonight, so I turned her down.
“Why do you get nervous?” I asked as I sat down on a stool at their kitchen island.
“Fires, plain and simple. It’s so easy when everything is so dry, and then it gets windy like this.”
“The one thing that worried me about moving here was all the fires. Have you ever been in one?”
“No, but we haven’t lived here very long. The only thing I can say is I hope you got fire insurance.”