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hot he had been. And still was.
She gripped the arms of her office chair and shook off the heat that suffused her again just thinking about him. Heat faded, and you couldn’t take horniness seriously.
“I wasn’t trying to turn one night into a relationship. I didn’t know I’d see him again. I took it as a one-time, ‘Happy New Year’ kind of thing.”
“Well, now, he’s back. You can see if it could be more.”
Alexa laughed. “Everyone wants me tied down except me. Newsflash: I’m the only one who counts.”
Melissa circled her finger in Alexa’s face. “I’m getting you a Valentine.”
“That’s next weekend. I think it’s too late.”
“A Valentine isn’t just for February. You can snag one any time of year.”
“Are we going to talk about the electrical problems next door or keep beating the dead horse that is my love life?”
“I’m trying to give the horse the shock paddles, and you’re not cooperating!”
Melissa held up her fists and pumped them forward. The motion knocked her backward a couple of feet in her rolling desk chair as she mimicked an ER move that Kyle may have implemented a time or two. She dissolved into laughter.
Alexa chuckled. “Forget it, but speaking of Graham, he did send building maintenance over to talk to our contractors, and it looks like they were able to do whatever they needed to do in the wiring closet to start finishing the wiring and communications. They should be ready to drywall by the end of the week.”
Melissa’s eyes brightened. “Perfect. Your next boyfriend has been so helpful already.”
“Shut up.” Alexa threw a paper clip at her partner, who ducked.
Melissa scooted to the edge of her seat. “Resistance is futile, my friend.”
“I’ll fight to the death for my freedom. You’ve got me feeling very Patrick Henry over here.”
Melissa’s smile dissolved. “Is that really how you see it? You think being in a relationship means giving up your independence?”
“I think that’s how it ends up regardless of how I see it. I really don’t want to talk about this. We have work to do.”
Alexa refused to discuss her stance on relationships with people who could only see hearts and rainbows—Taryn, Melissa, and then, there was her mother. Each took a different tack, but they all had the same message.
Why didn’t she give up dating around and find herself a good man? As if good men dropped from the trees like acorns. And like dating around was so terrible.
She thought about London and New Year’s, and she enjoyed all the experiences the world had to offer—particularly of the male variety. For every Sam, she found an Adam or a Graham. A unique new moment with a new man always kept her guessing and nearly always satisfied.
At least Taryn and Melissa understood that part of her life. Alexa’s life confused and concerned her mother. Brenda Stevens had married her father, Carlisle, when she was only nineteen. They had an unfathomable connection that had managed to last almost forty years despite the challenges like her father’s stressful life as a cop.
Many nights, when her father had been out late on duty, her mother’s shuffling down the hallway would wake her up.
“I’m just getting a glass of water.”
Her mother drank enough water to drown all those nights.
Luckily, her father had always come home.
Her parents’ devotion was a beacon for the future, and they had poured all of their attention into Alexa. No man had ever made her feel like that kind of love would be possible.
Alexa scrolled through the list of men she dated. Most of them had been a good time. Some of them had been shit. Either way, she couldn’t find her way to forming intense attachments to them. Most of them were fine with that.
Alexa needed to get her mind and the conversation back on track. “We need to make an appointment with the decorator to finalize our paint choices. Do you have any other ideas?”
“Everything needs to be soothing.
She gripped the arms of her office chair and shook off the heat that suffused her again just thinking about him. Heat faded, and you couldn’t take horniness seriously.
“I wasn’t trying to turn one night into a relationship. I didn’t know I’d see him again. I took it as a one-time, ‘Happy New Year’ kind of thing.”
“Well, now, he’s back. You can see if it could be more.”
Alexa laughed. “Everyone wants me tied down except me. Newsflash: I’m the only one who counts.”
Melissa circled her finger in Alexa’s face. “I’m getting you a Valentine.”
“That’s next weekend. I think it’s too late.”
“A Valentine isn’t just for February. You can snag one any time of year.”
“Are we going to talk about the electrical problems next door or keep beating the dead horse that is my love life?”
“I’m trying to give the horse the shock paddles, and you’re not cooperating!”
Melissa held up her fists and pumped them forward. The motion knocked her backward a couple of feet in her rolling desk chair as she mimicked an ER move that Kyle may have implemented a time or two. She dissolved into laughter.
Alexa chuckled. “Forget it, but speaking of Graham, he did send building maintenance over to talk to our contractors, and it looks like they were able to do whatever they needed to do in the wiring closet to start finishing the wiring and communications. They should be ready to drywall by the end of the week.”
Melissa’s eyes brightened. “Perfect. Your next boyfriend has been so helpful already.”
“Shut up.” Alexa threw a paper clip at her partner, who ducked.
Melissa scooted to the edge of her seat. “Resistance is futile, my friend.”
“I’ll fight to the death for my freedom. You’ve got me feeling very Patrick Henry over here.”
Melissa’s smile dissolved. “Is that really how you see it? You think being in a relationship means giving up your independence?”
“I think that’s how it ends up regardless of how I see it. I really don’t want to talk about this. We have work to do.”
Alexa refused to discuss her stance on relationships with people who could only see hearts and rainbows—Taryn, Melissa, and then, there was her mother. Each took a different tack, but they all had the same message.
Why didn’t she give up dating around and find herself a good man? As if good men dropped from the trees like acorns. And like dating around was so terrible.
She thought about London and New Year’s, and she enjoyed all the experiences the world had to offer—particularly of the male variety. For every Sam, she found an Adam or a Graham. A unique new moment with a new man always kept her guessing and nearly always satisfied.
At least Taryn and Melissa understood that part of her life. Alexa’s life confused and concerned her mother. Brenda Stevens had married her father, Carlisle, when she was only nineteen. They had an unfathomable connection that had managed to last almost forty years despite the challenges like her father’s stressful life as a cop.
Many nights, when her father had been out late on duty, her mother’s shuffling down the hallway would wake her up.
“I’m just getting a glass of water.”
Her mother drank enough water to drown all those nights.
Luckily, her father had always come home.
Her parents’ devotion was a beacon for the future, and they had poured all of their attention into Alexa. No man had ever made her feel like that kind of love would be possible.
Alexa scrolled through the list of men she dated. Most of them had been a good time. Some of them had been shit. Either way, she couldn’t find her way to forming intense attachments to them. Most of them were fine with that.
Alexa needed to get her mind and the conversation back on track. “We need to make an appointment with the decorator to finalize our paint choices. Do you have any other ideas?”
“Everything needs to be soothing.
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