He put it in park, leaned his forearms on the steering wheel, and let the engine idle as he studied the modest bungalow. He didn’t think he could wait any longer for the swapping. It had been three days, and he was slowly going crazy from waiting. If he wasn’t having sex marathons with Jamie every night, he would have already gone crossed-eyed. When Jamie had told him Monday morning that Mia was on for the swapping, he made the mistake of believing something would happen that night. The idea of swapping and making some fantasies come true had revved him up, and he had been close to bouncing off the walls. He was the kind of guy who, when he decided on something, took action immediately. Apparently, no one else felt that way. Caleb gave a long sigh and turned off the engine. The tension had been thick in Mia’s house, but no one said a thing. His muscles bunched, were ready to pounce, every time someone made a move. But nothing had happened. He had been ready to get the party started, but Jamie had asked him to play it cool and go along with her strategy.
