“Thank you, you too,” Kelly said, pleased to know the woman was secure enough in her marriage not to feel threatened by her husband ogling two attractive women, and quite likely harbouring lesbian fantasies.

Anticipation tingled up Kelly’s spine as she strode toward the exit, hand in hand with Lucy.

Chapter 16

On the ride home to her flat, Kelly posed the question that had been plaguing her since earlier in the evening. “You’ve slept with both men and women, right?”

The corner of Lucy’s mouth kicked up, but she kept her eyes on the road. “One man, two women. But who’s counting?”

Holy shit, only three people. Kelly could triple that, and she was younger than Lucy, which begged another question. “How old are you?”

Another smirk. “You’re not shy in coming forward when you don’t have to look someone in the eye, are you?”

“Guilty as charged.” Kelly smiled, enjoying the friendly banter.

The sign to Knowles Street loomed up ahead. “Take the next right, my flat’s halfway down on your left, number twenty-nine.”

Lucy flicked on the indicator and waited for a car heading in the opposite direction before turning right. “Twenty-nine, closer to thirty.”

“Huh? Oh, never mind.” Kelly cursed herself for being slow on the uptake. She’d just asked how old Lucy was for goodness sake. With any luck, the uncanny coincidence was a good omen.

While Kelly had successfully ascertained Lucy was indeed in her late twenties, she’d also successfully side-tracked herself from the point of her first question.

“I guess you identify as bisexual, right?”

“Not exactly.” Lucy pulled up outside the row of flats. She’d done a better job of keeping an eye on the road than Kelly, that was for sure.

After shutting off the engine, Lucy turned to Kelly. Her eyes warm, her expression serious. “I identify as me, Lucy Tanner. While I respect some people find peace in being able to shout out hey, I’m gay, I’m queer, I’m pan, or whatever makes them feel accepted, I don’t like to be labelled. If someone enjoys bondage, but isn’t into pain, does that mean they’re any less into BDSM than a sadist who has an aversion to being restrained?”

Clearly, it was a rhetorical question and a topic Lucy was passionate about. She barely paused long enough to draw her next breath. Kelly didn’t care, she was totally enraptured. She could listen to the melodic tone of Lucy’s voice until the cows came home.

“What about a woman who enjoys strap-on sex, does that mean she secretly wants to be with a man? I don’t think so, but others would beg to differ. If Kate marries a man will that make her straight? Or if she marries a woman will it mean she’s gay, not bisexual, end of story?”