and she breathed easier. She
didn’t want him upset with her.
He sat up, his stomach muscles tightening as he threw the
skins aside. “Okay. I’ll start the fire and find you some breakfast. Coffee?”
About to shake her head, instinct kicked in and she nodded.
When she did, he relaxed and turned his back to her to set up a fire in the
cold fireplace.
She hesitated as he bent over, his tight butt, smooth, pale
and perfect, called to her. No. If she wanted any more of him, she had
to leave, and the sooner, the less painful. Striding across the room, she raced
up the stairs and found the guestroom. She dropped her clothes on the bed and
strode into the bathroom.
She stopped and took in the enormity of it. A person could
have an orgy in the tub. It was the size of a small pool and sunken into the
pine floor. The skylight above it mirrored its size. Next to it stood a tiled
shower with no curtain. She closed the bathroom door and locked it, which
didn’t make sense considering how much Zach and she had done already. This was
a new experience for her, this “morning after”. Whatever it took for her to
muddle through it, she would do, even if it meant locking out the nicest man
she’d ever met.
* * * * *
Zach strolled into Bear Tracks and took a seat at the bar.
Old George sat at the end as usual and a young couple claimed the corner.
“Hey, Zach. Great game last night. Thanks for the hundred
bucks!”
He looked over to see Randy, Steve and Billy lifting their
glasses to him.
He waved. “Yeah, it’s the least I could do. With that new
baby comin’, I thought you’d need more cash.”
Steve frowned, but Randy and Billy thought the comment
hilarious. They had been here a while, probably since happy hour had begun.
Zach checked his watch. Eight o’clock.
“Hey, Zach, how’s it going?” Tracy plopped a tall draft of
Bud Light in front him. Wisps of her gray-streaked brown hair fell into her
eyes.
He glanced up into her lined faced and gave her a smile.
“It’s going, with or without me.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” She jerked her head toward the main
room. “Heard you lost a little money at your poker game last night.”
He shrugged. “Yeah, but don’t worry, I’ve got enough left
over for a few beers.”
She propped her foot on the drying rack behind the counter
and leaned closer. “You better. So, you want munchies to go with that?”
“Yeah, you better make us some moose balls. Josh is coming
and he loves those things.”
She stood back. “You’ve got it. One order of fried testicles
coming up.”
He chuckled. “Better fried than mashed.”
She laughed as she punched the order into the computer and
disappeared into the kitchen.
He took a taste of beer. He should install a tap in the
house. Beer on tap was so much smoother, but if he did, he would never have a
reason to leave his place.
The door to the bar opened, letting in a gust of frigid air
as Dr. Joshua Porter ducked under the doorframe and walked in. “Made it.”
Zach shook his head. “Late again. Guess you have to buy.”
“I’m not late.” He took the barstool next to Zach. “This is
early for me.”
Zach raised a brow. “Hate to tell you this, Josh, but you
said 7:30. It’s 8:12.”
Josh raised his brows. “Damn, I’m good. Less than an hour
late.”
Tracy approached. “Michelob Ultra, Doc?”
Josh put a finger to his lips. “Shhh, it’s just Josh. I’m
off duty.”
“Whatever you say, Josh.”
“That’s my girl. What’s new, Tracy?”
“Not much, grandchild due in a month and the ex is playing
mind games, so basically the same old, same old. How about you?”
Josh bowed his head in an attempt for sympathy. “The usual,
working too hard.”
Tracy smacked his arm with a bar rag. “Yeah, right. Zach,
you got a lying sack of shit for a friend.”
He sighed. “I know.”
Josh took a gulp of beer as Tracy moved away to wash
glasses. “Hmmm, that’s good. Thanks for inviting me. I needed an
didn’t want him upset with her.
He sat up, his stomach muscles tightening as he threw the
skins aside. “Okay. I’ll start the fire and find you some breakfast. Coffee?”
About to shake her head, instinct kicked in and she nodded.
When she did, he relaxed and turned his back to her to set up a fire in the
cold fireplace.
She hesitated as he bent over, his tight butt, smooth, pale
and perfect, called to her. No. If she wanted any more of him, she had
to leave, and the sooner, the less painful. Striding across the room, she raced
up the stairs and found the guestroom. She dropped her clothes on the bed and
strode into the bathroom.
She stopped and took in the enormity of it. A person could
have an orgy in the tub. It was the size of a small pool and sunken into the
pine floor. The skylight above it mirrored its size. Next to it stood a tiled
shower with no curtain. She closed the bathroom door and locked it, which
didn’t make sense considering how much Zach and she had done already. This was
a new experience for her, this “morning after”. Whatever it took for her to
muddle through it, she would do, even if it meant locking out the nicest man
she’d ever met.
* * * * *
Zach strolled into Bear Tracks and took a seat at the bar.
Old George sat at the end as usual and a young couple claimed the corner.
“Hey, Zach. Great game last night. Thanks for the hundred
bucks!”
He looked over to see Randy, Steve and Billy lifting their
glasses to him.
He waved. “Yeah, it’s the least I could do. With that new
baby comin’, I thought you’d need more cash.”
Steve frowned, but Randy and Billy thought the comment
hilarious. They had been here a while, probably since happy hour had begun.
Zach checked his watch. Eight o’clock.
“Hey, Zach, how’s it going?” Tracy plopped a tall draft of
Bud Light in front him. Wisps of her gray-streaked brown hair fell into her
eyes.
He glanced up into her lined faced and gave her a smile.
“It’s going, with or without me.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” She jerked her head toward the main
room. “Heard you lost a little money at your poker game last night.”
He shrugged. “Yeah, but don’t worry, I’ve got enough left
over for a few beers.”
She propped her foot on the drying rack behind the counter
and leaned closer. “You better. So, you want munchies to go with that?”
“Yeah, you better make us some moose balls. Josh is coming
and he loves those things.”
She stood back. “You’ve got it. One order of fried testicles
coming up.”
He chuckled. “Better fried than mashed.”
She laughed as she punched the order into the computer and
disappeared into the kitchen.
He took a taste of beer. He should install a tap in the
house. Beer on tap was so much smoother, but if he did, he would never have a
reason to leave his place.
The door to the bar opened, letting in a gust of frigid air
as Dr. Joshua Porter ducked under the doorframe and walked in. “Made it.”
Zach shook his head. “Late again. Guess you have to buy.”
“I’m not late.” He took the barstool next to Zach. “This is
early for me.”
Zach raised a brow. “Hate to tell you this, Josh, but you
said 7:30. It’s 8:12.”
Josh raised his brows. “Damn, I’m good. Less than an hour
late.”
Tracy approached. “Michelob Ultra, Doc?”
Josh put a finger to his lips. “Shhh, it’s just Josh. I’m
off duty.”
“Whatever you say, Josh.”
“That’s my girl. What’s new, Tracy?”
“Not much, grandchild due in a month and the ex is playing
mind games, so basically the same old, same old. How about you?”
Josh bowed his head in an attempt for sympathy. “The usual,
working too hard.”
Tracy smacked his arm with a bar rag. “Yeah, right. Zach,
you got a lying sack of shit for a friend.”
He sighed. “I know.”
Josh took a gulp of beer as Tracy moved away to wash
glasses. “Hmmm, that’s good. Thanks for inviting me. I needed an
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