Free Shopping for an Heir by Julia Kent Page B

for you,” Suzanne said in a judgy tone. She owned it.
    “Is not!”
    “He only wants to date you so you can smuggle him into R-rated movies.”
    “Suzanne!”
    “And buy him cigarettes.”
    “He’s twenty-four!”
    “Which is ten years younger than you.”
    “Rawr.” Kari pretended to be a cougar. “Young guys are impressionable. Experimental. Adventurous in bed.”
    “Is that all a euphemism for inexperienced? No, thanks. I don’t want to have to play the sexual version of Pokemon Go with my body as a gym and my clitoris a rare Pokemon.”
    Kari looked at her in horror. “Way to ruin Pokemon forever! Ew! Now your clit will be in my brain forever as a Charmander.” She paused, deep in thought. “But erotic Pokemon sounds like a great business idea.”
    The store went silent. Suzanne turned and looked around.
    Everyone was staring at them.
    “Uh, here’s your ice cream,” Snake Head said, trying to suppress a smile.
    Suzanne handed him a sweat-soaked bill. Kari took the change. They skedaddled, bursting into giggles on the sidewalk, wandering toward Central Square. Just as they composed themselves, a siren pierced the air, the fire station across the street opening up and a big fire truck making its way down Mass Ave. A police cruiser turned on its blue lights and left them flashing.
    Sudden sirens no longer triggered Suzanne, but the damn flashing lights drove her eyes crazy. Cutting down a side street, she hurried to get away from the flashes. Kari followed quietly, knowing exactly why Suzanne made the route change, not saying a word. They’d been through this before.
    “I,” Kari declared in an arch tone, “am totally calling that guy.”
    “The butt guy or Snake Head?”
    “What?”
    Suzanne laughed through a mouthful of ice cream. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
    “You invented nicknames for men I haven’t even dated yet?”
    “You don’t want to date them. You want to sleep with them.”
    “Same difference.”
    Suzanne shuddered. “I didn’t sleep with my date tonight. Can you believe I ended up on a date with Steve Raleigh?”
    Kari frowned. “That name sounds famil—wait! Oh, my God! He’s that super pompous guy who was all over Jessica Coffin’s Twitter stream when he was dating her, right? Couple years ago? This is all ringing a bell. He was your date? I didn’t put it together when you called.”
    Suzanne shrugged. “I didn’t research him. Just knew his name was Steve and he worked in the financial sector. Met him in public, so....”
    “That’s bad?”
    “I need to bathe in plane wing degreaser after spending an hour with him.”
    “Sounds like a rough night.”
    “You got the phone numbers for two different guys tonight.”
    “You got kissed.”
    “Yeah,” Suzanne said through a sigh, restraining herself from touching her lips. Gerald. “What am I going to do?”
    “Let him make the next move. He certainly owes that to you. All these years, and not a word. He just dumped you?”
    Suzanne nodded, eating her sundae. Memory has a funny way of protecting the psyche at all costs. It pulls out every stop, like a mother sensing danger near her child. The will to survive trumps all, and in Suzanne’s case, memory protected her heart.
    But it wasn’t infallible.
    “He did. He got his discharge before I did. Sent me an email.”
    “I know. You told me. A single fucking email, and then he disappeared.” Hearing it from Kari’s mouth always made it seem as stark as it felt. Confirmation from another person that pain was real made bearing it slightly easier.
    “Not his style at all,” Suzanne mused. “Never was. Gerald was direct and forthright, completely blunt.” She smiled, her mouth twisting with bitter reverie. “It made him perfect for me.”
    “Because you’re the epitome of passive-aggressive,” Kari joked.
    “We were a pair.”
    “A powerful pair, I’ll bet,” Kari said, smiling, giving Suzanne a look only a good friend could give. “You must be