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over-stuffed sofa and picked up a basket full of yarn. "I like it."
Brian sat in the chair facing her and cleared his throat. "I guess you're wondering why I called you so late."
She picked up a hank of yarn and started working the needles through it. "I figured you would fill me in when you got here."
Where did he start? I'm here because I ate out one of your best friends who happened to be a virgin and watched her fuck another man. He raked his palms through his styled hair. He was the biggest prick on the earth .
"What are you making?" he asked instead.
Julie gazed at the deep purple yarn. "So, we're going to play the avoidance game." She flipped a strand and worked her fingers, moving the needles in a rhythmic motion. "Okay," she sighed. "It's going to be a throw for Ava and Logan's bed. I'm making it as a wedding gift."
"Oh." The thought of his friend's impending nuptials tied his gut in a knot. "Things are changing around here."
"I guess they are." She shrugged. "Change is good."
He leaned forward, rested his palms on his knees, and watched her fingers move. "Are you sure about that?"
Her gaze collided with his. "Yes. Ava and Logan are made for each other." She set down her project. "You've been out of sorts ever since Ava came to town. Do you not like her?"
Brian wanted to dislike Ava, but he couldn't. To tell the truth, he'd never seen Logan so happy and settled. He swallowed the golf-ball-size lump in his throat. "I like Ava just fine, but since she came to town, everything has turned upside down."
Julie picked up her knitting and started back to work. "What do you mean?"
He stood and moved to the window. "Ever since Ava walked into the club, everything has been different," he said again.
"How?"
Julie's cool tone settled Brian. "Logan stopped playing with Wanda and me," he said. "And now she doesn't come around anymore."
"Is this about Wanda?"
When he played with Wanda, he didn't have time to feel. He didn't have to think about the sexy, little bartender with the ever-changing hair color. Brian could be in the moment and experience sex in a way he hadn't been able to outside the club.
He shook his head. What kind of man couldn't get it up and keep it up in the privacy of his own home? "It's not Wanda, per se. It's what we all did."
"There are plenty of women willing to play with you and another guy."
"I know. It's just not the same."
The scratching of the knitting needles slowed. "Are you mad because you're not getting laid or are you mad because Logan isn't playing with you anymore?"
"No, that's not it.” He looked down on the empty street. “Wanda and I played in the club by ourselves all the time when Logan wasn't around."
Brian didn't want to admit that having Logan made the primal parts of him step forward and take over, which satisfied his cravings and did something for Wanda too.
The soft soothing sound of the needles sped up. "Do you want me to tell you what I think?"
God yes ! He spun. "I can't figure out what the hell is going on."
Setting her knitting aside, Julie rose and walked over to him. She gripped his hand, her eyes shown with sympathy and understanding.
"You joined Paradise two months after your wife's accident," she said. "We opened a world to you most people only fantasize about. You found a safe place to move through the grieving process and in the meantime fell into a lifestyle that worked for you." Her finger drilled into his chest. "And let you lock away your heart."
Her words punched him in the soul and stole his breath. "That's not true," he sputtered.
"Yes it is." Julie folded her arms over her chest. "When Logan fell hard for Ava, he left you in the wind."
Brian opened his mouth to speak.
Julie pressed her finger to his lips. "You realized it could happen to you and opened a whole shitload of emotions you'd rather keep buried." She lifted her finger and smiled. "Then you started to notice your feelings for Maggie."
"I didn't have feeling for Maggie until
Brian sat in the chair facing her and cleared his throat. "I guess you're wondering why I called you so late."
She picked up a hank of yarn and started working the needles through it. "I figured you would fill me in when you got here."
Where did he start? I'm here because I ate out one of your best friends who happened to be a virgin and watched her fuck another man. He raked his palms through his styled hair. He was the biggest prick on the earth .
"What are you making?" he asked instead.
Julie gazed at the deep purple yarn. "So, we're going to play the avoidance game." She flipped a strand and worked her fingers, moving the needles in a rhythmic motion. "Okay," she sighed. "It's going to be a throw for Ava and Logan's bed. I'm making it as a wedding gift."
"Oh." The thought of his friend's impending nuptials tied his gut in a knot. "Things are changing around here."
"I guess they are." She shrugged. "Change is good."
He leaned forward, rested his palms on his knees, and watched her fingers move. "Are you sure about that?"
Her gaze collided with his. "Yes. Ava and Logan are made for each other." She set down her project. "You've been out of sorts ever since Ava came to town. Do you not like her?"
Brian wanted to dislike Ava, but he couldn't. To tell the truth, he'd never seen Logan so happy and settled. He swallowed the golf-ball-size lump in his throat. "I like Ava just fine, but since she came to town, everything has turned upside down."
Julie picked up her knitting and started back to work. "What do you mean?"
He stood and moved to the window. "Ever since Ava walked into the club, everything has been different," he said again.
"How?"
Julie's cool tone settled Brian. "Logan stopped playing with Wanda and me," he said. "And now she doesn't come around anymore."
"Is this about Wanda?"
When he played with Wanda, he didn't have time to feel. He didn't have to think about the sexy, little bartender with the ever-changing hair color. Brian could be in the moment and experience sex in a way he hadn't been able to outside the club.
He shook his head. What kind of man couldn't get it up and keep it up in the privacy of his own home? "It's not Wanda, per se. It's what we all did."
"There are plenty of women willing to play with you and another guy."
"I know. It's just not the same."
The scratching of the knitting needles slowed. "Are you mad because you're not getting laid or are you mad because Logan isn't playing with you anymore?"
"No, that's not it.” He looked down on the empty street. “Wanda and I played in the club by ourselves all the time when Logan wasn't around."
Brian didn't want to admit that having Logan made the primal parts of him step forward and take over, which satisfied his cravings and did something for Wanda too.
The soft soothing sound of the needles sped up. "Do you want me to tell you what I think?"
God yes ! He spun. "I can't figure out what the hell is going on."
Setting her knitting aside, Julie rose and walked over to him. She gripped his hand, her eyes shown with sympathy and understanding.
"You joined Paradise two months after your wife's accident," she said. "We opened a world to you most people only fantasize about. You found a safe place to move through the grieving process and in the meantime fell into a lifestyle that worked for you." Her finger drilled into his chest. "And let you lock away your heart."
Her words punched him in the soul and stole his breath. "That's not true," he sputtered.
"Yes it is." Julie folded her arms over her chest. "When Logan fell hard for Ava, he left you in the wind."
Brian opened his mouth to speak.
Julie pressed her finger to his lips. "You realized it could happen to you and opened a whole shitload of emotions you'd rather keep buried." She lifted her finger and smiled. "Then you started to notice your feelings for Maggie."
"I didn't have feeling for Maggie until
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