Brent’s telephone number just happened to pop up when I was rummaging through my address book looking for a girlfriend’s number who lived somewhere near the city. Well, since he lived in the city, he could provide me with more specific information about shows on Broadway and transportation around the city. I called him instead of her.

I dialed his number and listened as the phone rang. “Hey,” I said after he answered. “This is Barbara.” My hands were trembling. I was excited.

“Hi, you. I still recognize your voice. What’s up?” Brent asked in his usual direct way.

“I need a favor.” I paused a moment, rethinking what I was about to say. “I’m coming up Sunday and want to go to a couple of shows. Can you recommend a few so I can purchase the tickets now?” That did sound reasonable. I was only asking for information.

“How long will you and Nolan be staying? Are you bringing the kids?”

Damn. He’d remembered my husband’s name and that we had children. I must have been an important something in his life. What that something was, I wasn’t sure.

“I’m driving up alone. My divorce became final two months ago. Nolan is taking the kids with him and his new wife on a ten-day cruise.” I wasn’t sure why I needed to share all this information with him.

“I’m sorry to hear that. “ He paused for a second, maybe evaluating what I had just said. “Then why don’t you take the train up and stay with me? You won’t need a car in the city.”

“What about your girlfriend?” Had I planned this? Did he have a girlfriend?

“You were my last steady girlfriend.” He laughed.

It was a laughter that I had heard many times. I could see his cheeks expanding and the corners of his lips widening as if he was standing in front of me.

“Don’t shit me. I wasn’t born yesterday.” I laughed. What he had said did make me feel good.

“Friends come, and friends go. At this time, I don’t have a steady friend. But you will always be an important part of my life.” His words caused my heart to flutter.

At that moment I remembered how he’d felt inside of me. I was becoming wet. “So you have two bedrooms?” I asked, hoping the answer was no.

“It’s a small apartment. I have a bedroom and a sofa bed in the living room.”

“You’re giving up your bed for little old me?” I sarcastically asked. Our queen-sized bed had been perfect for us in college.

“Well, I didn’t say that. My king-sized bed is big enough for the both of us, but if you want your own bed, I don’t mind you sleeping on the sofa bed.” He chuckled. “And I still sleep in the nude.”

I still remembered his body, every muscle and every inch of dick.

“Okay, I’ll call you when I’m boarding the train,” I said.

“I’ll be waiting for your call.”