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Jase’s mama’s top reasons Jase shouldn’t move away. “You could marry that pretty Simpson girl. You already took up with her.” He’d caved that much back then, thinking maybe he was just not giving it a chance. Lacey had moved to San Antonio for not much longer than six months when they realized she was no more home for him than Hope Springs was any more, and they’d been better off as friends.
That’s why he hadn’t intended this to start back up. One fucking lonely night after having been back for a few weeks, realizing he’d be stuck in Hope Springs longer than he’d intended, and he’d texted her. They’d only been meant to hang out. And they had for weeks, a few drinks here, a football game there. His reasons for hanging out with her hadn’t changed. She was like one of the guys. She was comfortable. And she was decent in the sack.
He could blame it on loneliness, blame it on needing something to do with his frustration. All of that was selfish, and she was all heart; and he didn’t want to be the one to break it. But why should he think that? She knew he was a mess, and she’d listened to him say, ad nauseum, he wasn’t staying in the area more than the year he’d signed up with the sheriff if he could help it. And she’d already tried living in San Antonio with him once. He still hated how that’d turned out.
“Not much. Had a late client at the salon, so I thought I’d drop in with Mallory and have a couple drinks before I head home.”
Jase raised a brow.
“I promise we will not drive drunk, Deputy Emery.” She gave the Girl Scout salute. He shook his head, getting an elbow nudge from her. “You eating here?”
“Nope. Carrying out. Had a long day, and I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
He hadn’t intended for that to be innuendo, but the way her face went all smirking vixen made him realize that’s how she’d taken it. She realized he wasn’t playing into it quickly, though, as he shrugged and continued. “Thought I’d grab something to go and take it home to pass out with on the couch.”
She laughed. “Such a guy,” she said, ruffling his hair like a child. Her friend called her so she looked over her shoulder. “Well, I best get to Mal.” She came up short before turning. “Oh, hey, you going to that shindig the Sheriff's wife is throwing this weekend?”
“Yeah,” he drawled, took a sip of his water. She knew damned well he’d be going. Not only would it be rude as one of Sheriff Dean’s deputies not to go, but as a family friend he’d look like a jerk to beg off. And that “shindig” was to celebrate his re-election to a second term. The election was held in the summer, but it’d been too hot up ‘til now in mid-September for the big, outdoor, family fun bullshit. Jase was not thrilled about going, but he’d be there, even if just for a little while.
“Got a date?” she asked, poking his chest with her finger. He paused and gave her a very steady look. It took her a beat but she threw up her hands. “Hey, I don’t mean a date date. We’re friends. Even if… last night.” She whispered the last two words conspiratorially. “I figured we could be each other’s arm candy. Not often I get to doll myself up.”
Jase still looked at her evenly for a moment, studying her. “Yeah, that sounds fine.”
“Excellent,” she said, cheerfully. “Well, I’ll see you Saturday then.”
“Saturday.” It wouldn’t be the worst thing.
His order was dropped on the bar in front of him by the considerably less flirty blonde waitress. Well, if he could say one good thing for Lacey, she kept the vultures from circling.
He snatched up his bag, headed out to his truck, and thanked his lucky stars his phone was still message-free. He might actually get to sleep tonight.
Chapter 8
THE next morning Jase was happy to report to himself in the mirror, he’d slept all fucking night. And it was good. He’d come straight home and, after
That’s why he hadn’t intended this to start back up. One fucking lonely night after having been back for a few weeks, realizing he’d be stuck in Hope Springs longer than he’d intended, and he’d texted her. They’d only been meant to hang out. And they had for weeks, a few drinks here, a football game there. His reasons for hanging out with her hadn’t changed. She was like one of the guys. She was comfortable. And she was decent in the sack.
He could blame it on loneliness, blame it on needing something to do with his frustration. All of that was selfish, and she was all heart; and he didn’t want to be the one to break it. But why should he think that? She knew he was a mess, and she’d listened to him say, ad nauseum, he wasn’t staying in the area more than the year he’d signed up with the sheriff if he could help it. And she’d already tried living in San Antonio with him once. He still hated how that’d turned out.
“Not much. Had a late client at the salon, so I thought I’d drop in with Mallory and have a couple drinks before I head home.”
Jase raised a brow.
“I promise we will not drive drunk, Deputy Emery.” She gave the Girl Scout salute. He shook his head, getting an elbow nudge from her. “You eating here?”
“Nope. Carrying out. Had a long day, and I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
He hadn’t intended for that to be innuendo, but the way her face went all smirking vixen made him realize that’s how she’d taken it. She realized he wasn’t playing into it quickly, though, as he shrugged and continued. “Thought I’d grab something to go and take it home to pass out with on the couch.”
She laughed. “Such a guy,” she said, ruffling his hair like a child. Her friend called her so she looked over her shoulder. “Well, I best get to Mal.” She came up short before turning. “Oh, hey, you going to that shindig the Sheriff's wife is throwing this weekend?”
“Yeah,” he drawled, took a sip of his water. She knew damned well he’d be going. Not only would it be rude as one of Sheriff Dean’s deputies not to go, but as a family friend he’d look like a jerk to beg off. And that “shindig” was to celebrate his re-election to a second term. The election was held in the summer, but it’d been too hot up ‘til now in mid-September for the big, outdoor, family fun bullshit. Jase was not thrilled about going, but he’d be there, even if just for a little while.
“Got a date?” she asked, poking his chest with her finger. He paused and gave her a very steady look. It took her a beat but she threw up her hands. “Hey, I don’t mean a date date. We’re friends. Even if… last night.” She whispered the last two words conspiratorially. “I figured we could be each other’s arm candy. Not often I get to doll myself up.”
Jase still looked at her evenly for a moment, studying her. “Yeah, that sounds fine.”
“Excellent,” she said, cheerfully. “Well, I’ll see you Saturday then.”
“Saturday.” It wouldn’t be the worst thing.
His order was dropped on the bar in front of him by the considerably less flirty blonde waitress. Well, if he could say one good thing for Lacey, she kept the vultures from circling.
He snatched up his bag, headed out to his truck, and thanked his lucky stars his phone was still message-free. He might actually get to sleep tonight.
Chapter 8
THE next morning Jase was happy to report to himself in the mirror, he’d slept all fucking night. And it was good. He’d come straight home and, after
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