With A Twist(75)

I look around at my family… healthy, happy, joking, and laughing, and fuck… I want this too.

Almost as if by cue, my phone starts buzzing in my pocket and I pull it out. Andrea’s beautiful face stares up at me, and I can’t help the smile that comes to my face.

Standing up from my chair, I start walking toward the back of the yard that has a small rose garden and oddly enough… a large, trellised pen covered in chicken wire that houses the pet peacocks my sister raises.

Weird… I know.

“Hey babe,” I say as I answer the phone. “Did you make it back okay?”

“Yeah,” she says softly. “Just got in the house and getting unpacked.”

The reason Andrea and I couldn’t see each other is because she flew to Quantico on Friday for another interview with the BRIU. I didn’t begrudge her that, and I’m hoping with all my might that she’s offered the position. But damn this weekend fucking sucked without her. It’s the first weekend in the last month that we haven’t managed to see each other. Our work schedules must have been created from Heaven above, because for the last three weekends, neither one of us had to work.

The first weekend, we met in Annapolis, Maryland. The second weekend, I flew to Pittsburgh. Last weekend, she came back to Nags Head.

All three weekends were spectacular and we made the most of every minute we had together, completely shutting out the world around us. But as each weekend ended, and we were hugging and kissing each other goodbye, it seemed that it was just a little bit harder to let go each time. It was also not lost on us that we wouldn’t be able to continue to see each other as often, mainly due to the expense of travel. Our chosen careers unfortunately did not pay enough for us to buy plane tickets every weekend.

I couldn’t speak for Andrea, but I know I was getting frustrated. This was only made worse by coming here to Aubrey’s and seeing the rest of my family so happy to be with their loved ones.

“How did the interview go?” I ask her, sitting down on a little stone bench that bordered the garden.

“It went fine. They actually seemed interested in me. Talked about the Keyes bust a great deal.”

“I’m sure it went more than fine,” I tell her. “Because you are the most amazing woman ever, and the most complete, badass FBI chick around, I bet they are going to beg you to join them.”

She’s silent a moment, and I wonder if I said something wrong. Then she has me smiling.

“Oh, Wyatt,” she sighs into the phone. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

I close my eyes, let her words seep into me, and clear my throat. When I open them, I’m looking at my family sitting at the tables… laughing and eating good food. I want Andrea to sit there.

“I miss you,” I tell her.

“And I miss you,” she says simply, but those words hold a wealth of emotion in them.

“Listen… I better get going. We’re in the middle of dinner.”

“Okay,” she says wistfully. “Talk tonight?”

“Skype tonight,” I correct her. “Want to see that face.”

She laughs huskily. “You play your cards right, you’ll see more than just my face.”

Yeah… didn’t need to hear that as my cock jumps at the thought of Andrea’s naked body on Skype. We’ve done some pretty dirty things the last few weeks over the Internet and while not as satisfying as having my hands on her, there’s definitely something to be said about watching each other get ourselves off while we whisper filthy words.

“Thanks, babe,” I mutter. “Nothing like attending a family dinner with a hard-on.”

She laughs into the phone, makes a purring sort of noise, and then tells me good-bye. I stare at the phone for a moment after she disconnects, immediately feeling the loss of her.

Making a surreptitious adjustment on myself and mentally telling my cock to go back into hiding, I head back over to the group.

“Was that Andrea?” my mom asks in her sweet, southern accent. Glenna Banks is a beautiful woman at sixty-two. She wears her silvering, blonde hair in a sleek bob and her skin still looks as smooth as porcelain. She knows about Andrea because I told her one night when I stopped by her house after work. I just laid it all out to her, knowing that my mom would always be a good sounding board for me.

“Yeah… she just got back to Pittsburgh.”

“Where was she?” Aubrey asked, and while I have not talked to my sisters about Andrea, I also know that my mom dutifully filled them in.

“She had an interview with the Behavioral Research and Instruction Unit of the FBI in Quantico. She’s hoping to get a position there.”