15
Emery
21 days since meeting Lisa
Emery arrived bearing fancy pastries from a Russian bakery in Berkeley, which he handed off to Carey at the door.
“We do have bakeries on this side of the tunnel, you know.”
“You got poppyseed rugelach out here?”
Carey shook his head. “You may have a point. If we’ve got that—whatever it is—I haven’t heard of it.”
“You should be ashamed of yourself. Living in New York City that long and never having rugelach. Alice! Your man is a stunning disappointment!”
Carey laughed and led him into the kitchen. “She’s making an egg bake for dinner. You have a job nearby in the morning?”
“Yep.” A fetish shoot arranged by a dominatrix he’d worked with before, but Carey didn’t need the details. “Thanks for putting me up for the night.”
“I’d actually completely
