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Alicia’s eyes were wide.
“He bought every single one for hotels? My paintings are going to be on display in hotel lobbies? This is too amazing.” She took a deep breath and held it before leveling a very serious gaze at Megan. “Enough about me, we’ll celebrate later. This is about you.”
“Does it have to be? Can’t we just get drunk and celebrate your big success in style?”
“Later, I said. Do you love him?”
“Alicia!”
“No excuses. No wishy-washy crap. Do you love him?”
“I don’t know. Alicia, it scares me. Last time I fell in love he ended up being a total jerk. This casual fling thing works for me. I don’t want it to get complicated.”
“When you started this casual fling thing you had to know there was a chance you’d one day fall for one of your flings, didn’t you?”
“I wasn’t thinking about it,” Megan grumbled.
“Why can’t you love him?”
“My mother asked me that same question.”
Alicia finished her sandwich, washed it down with half a glass of wine and picked up her paints again. “I’ll paint, you talk.”
Megan sighed. “We don’t know anything about each other. I don’t know where he works, all I know is that he’s involved with business, and apparently hotels. I don’t know where he lives. I don’t know anything about his family. He doesn’t know what I do for a living.”
“What do you know about him?”
“He uses these stupid pick-up lines and I just laugh at them. I should slap him but I can’t help laughing at them. He likes art and history and hiking. And sex, he really likes sex. He likes turkey club sandwiches and white wine and what’s the point of any of this?”
“You said you knew nothing about him, but that sounds like an awful lot of somethings. And he probably knows just as much, or more since you talk so much, about you. You’re focusing on the unimportant unknowns instead of the all-important already knowns.”
“And if he wants me to marry him? I can’t marry a man without knowing where he lives or where he works!” Megan filled her glass again and took another large sip.
“We’re not talking marriage, Meagan, we’re talking love.”
“They’re the same thing in my book. When you love someone you marry them. Guys don’t seem to want that anymore.”
“Do you want to get married?”
“Of course I do. Someday, when I find the right guy, I want to get married. And have kids. God, I don’t even know if he wants kids! I can’t marry a man who doesn’t want kids.”
“You should have thought of that before you started using this casual fling thing to deal with Bryce’s betrayal.”
“Stop making so much sense, Alicia.” Megan sighed. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”
“Go talk to him. Ask him what he has in mind; find out those all important details you’re so hung up on. And tell him the truth about who you are and what you do. Get it all out in the open and then make up your mind. Are you going to keep in touch with him after these two weeks are over, or not? Because he deserves to know.”
“Fine. I will. But not tonight. I’m still feeling too embarrassed that I actually eavesdropped on his phone call.”
“Yeah, that was a pretty stupid thing to do.”
“You’re not supposed to agree with me on that one.”
Alicia shrugged. “So, what are you going to do for the rest of the evening?”
“Drink to your success and sleep it off on your couch because I’m not going back to face my mother.”
Chapter 5
Since eating in his room would only make him think again he went down to the restaurant then across to the bar to watch the game and get suitably drunk.
Unlike his first night in Kingsbridge he didn’t stop at four beers. He skipped right over the beers and ordered scotch, the full bottle, and a glass with no ice, and set about trying to
“He bought every single one for hotels? My paintings are going to be on display in hotel lobbies? This is too amazing.” She took a deep breath and held it before leveling a very serious gaze at Megan. “Enough about me, we’ll celebrate later. This is about you.”
“Does it have to be? Can’t we just get drunk and celebrate your big success in style?”
“Later, I said. Do you love him?”
“Alicia!”
“No excuses. No wishy-washy crap. Do you love him?”
“I don’t know. Alicia, it scares me. Last time I fell in love he ended up being a total jerk. This casual fling thing works for me. I don’t want it to get complicated.”
“When you started this casual fling thing you had to know there was a chance you’d one day fall for one of your flings, didn’t you?”
“I wasn’t thinking about it,” Megan grumbled.
“Why can’t you love him?”
“My mother asked me that same question.”
Alicia finished her sandwich, washed it down with half a glass of wine and picked up her paints again. “I’ll paint, you talk.”
Megan sighed. “We don’t know anything about each other. I don’t know where he works, all I know is that he’s involved with business, and apparently hotels. I don’t know where he lives. I don’t know anything about his family. He doesn’t know what I do for a living.”
“What do you know about him?”
“He uses these stupid pick-up lines and I just laugh at them. I should slap him but I can’t help laughing at them. He likes art and history and hiking. And sex, he really likes sex. He likes turkey club sandwiches and white wine and what’s the point of any of this?”
“You said you knew nothing about him, but that sounds like an awful lot of somethings. And he probably knows just as much, or more since you talk so much, about you. You’re focusing on the unimportant unknowns instead of the all-important already knowns.”
“And if he wants me to marry him? I can’t marry a man without knowing where he lives or where he works!” Megan filled her glass again and took another large sip.
“We’re not talking marriage, Meagan, we’re talking love.”
“They’re the same thing in my book. When you love someone you marry them. Guys don’t seem to want that anymore.”
“Do you want to get married?”
“Of course I do. Someday, when I find the right guy, I want to get married. And have kids. God, I don’t even know if he wants kids! I can’t marry a man who doesn’t want kids.”
“You should have thought of that before you started using this casual fling thing to deal with Bryce’s betrayal.”
“Stop making so much sense, Alicia.” Megan sighed. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”
“Go talk to him. Ask him what he has in mind; find out those all important details you’re so hung up on. And tell him the truth about who you are and what you do. Get it all out in the open and then make up your mind. Are you going to keep in touch with him after these two weeks are over, or not? Because he deserves to know.”
“Fine. I will. But not tonight. I’m still feeling too embarrassed that I actually eavesdropped on his phone call.”
“Yeah, that was a pretty stupid thing to do.”
“You’re not supposed to agree with me on that one.”
Alicia shrugged. “So, what are you going to do for the rest of the evening?”
“Drink to your success and sleep it off on your couch because I’m not going back to face my mother.”
Chapter 5
Since eating in his room would only make him think again he went down to the restaurant then across to the bar to watch the game and get suitably drunk.
Unlike his first night in Kingsbridge he didn’t stop at four beers. He skipped right over the beers and ordered scotch, the full bottle, and a glass with no ice, and set about trying to
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