April 5, 12:01 p.m.
Edie: Last night was incredible.
Wicky: You were amazing. I can’t wait until we’re together again. God, I’m hard just thinking about it.
Edie: Next time we see each other at the clubhouse, imagine me naked and wanting you.
Wicky: On your knees?
Edie: After you.
April 7, 9:15 a.m.
Wicky: The first night I saw you, I had to have you. I couldn’t help myself.
Edie: At the Chippewa exhibit? Glad we found an empty room.
Wicky: The bark canoes haven’t rocked like that for over a hundred years.
Edie: I adore you.
Wicky: I adore you, lover.
April 14, 3:16 p.m.
Edie: Meet me at the Townsend. Executive suite. I don’t know the number.
Wicky: On my way. Wear something sexy.
Edie: Even when I’m in a business suit, you know I’m wearing something sexy.
Wicky: God, you make me hard.
April 19, 7:52 p.m.
Edie: I can’t possibly marry Blake.
Wicky: What are you going to do? Haven’t you sent the invitations?
Edie: Oh God.
April 23, 9:00 a.m.
Edie: It’s over. I did it. My parents are beside themselves.
Wicky: Be brave.
Edie: I’m leaving town on the 30th. There are three pieces of Nestora Piartoe pottery up for auction in El Paso. It’s a good excuse to get out of town.
Wicky: Marvin and Clarice will come around. They just might need a little time.
April 29, 10:36 a.m.
Edie: Are you up for west Texas? I’m leaving in the morning and not telling anyone. I’m desperate to get away from the whispers and judgments.
Wicky: Name the place and I’ll be there. Just thinking of you naked makes me hard.
“Yuck, that’s the third time he’s said ‘hard,’?” I say to myself through a pained groan. Edie told him she was desperate to get away, and all he could talk about was getting naked and hard. “Wicky” sounds like a real asshat. Maybe Edie and I have one more thing in common. We wasted time on asshats.