“Have you met Dallas yet?”
“Is this a person?”
“He’s awesome. I’m so in love,” she gushed.
“Really?” I asked, intrigued with her limited description.
“Yeah. Too bad he’s gay,” she said. “Well, too bad for me, anyway.”
She pulled me toward a door, three down from my own, and knocked some strange beat before stepping back. A brown-haired man that was a little too pretty for my eyes opened the door and moved aside to let us in.
“Hey, Dallas,” she said flirtatiously. “I wanted to introduce you to our new neighbor.”
He looked me up and down, taking in my long flowing skirt and tank, before smiling.
“Yep,” she answered.
“Does 3B have a name?”
“Yeah.” I smiled. Knowing that Dallas was gorgeous and gay took the pressure off and that made it easy to answer him. “Viola.”
“What brings you to L.A.?” he asked, closing the door behind us and walking to his couch. I started to follow, but stopped in my tracks when Callie spoke.
“Her husband cheated on her,” she said, and then looked at me. “Crap. That’s one of those times I should watch my mouth, huh?”
“Yep,” I muttered and then looked at Dallas and shrugged. “What she said.”
“Sorry about that,” he said sweetly. “How long?”
“Eight inches, maybe,” I answered quickly.
Dallas’ jaw dropped open slightly and then he laughed. “I like you.”
I smiled and glanced at Callie who looked like she was still trying to figure out what I meant.
“I think he meant…how long were you married?” she asked giving me a concerned look.