her thought. They’d connected that first night, sharing a little bit about their childhoods, but since then…well. Uncomfortable confessing that apart from some surface-y type conversations and a shit-ton of rocking-the-camper sex, she and Zac didn’t know each other as well as they should, given the way she was starting to feel about him.
“Talk?” Lauren supplied with an amused grin.
Tacy nodded. “I can’t really explain it. We have a great time, walking around, taking in all the festival events, but the second we’re alone, the clothes are on the floor and we’re going at it like he’s been away to war for ten years.”
Lauren handed Tacy her cup and she took a small sip of the Booze, the alcohol burning all the way down. She wasn’t sure how the locals could stomach the stuff. It packed a punch.
“So maybe the two of you should spend a little time getting to know each other—in a nonphysical way. You’ve clearly established you’ve got the sex thing in common. Might be a good idea to see if you’re compatible in other ways. Find out who he’s voting for in the next presidential election. Shit like that tells you a lot about a person.”
Tacy made a face. “Oh man. You’re not kidding.”
“I think he’s proven he’s worth the effort.”
He had, which prompted Tacy to speak her main concern. “I’m sure he is, but to what end? What am I working toward here?” Tacy worried part of her reason for not pushing to learn more about Zac was because she feared what would happen at the end of the week. What if she fell hard for the guy, but he wasn’t interested in more?
Neither of them discussed future plans. Why would they? They’d gone into this treating it like some fun weeklong summer fling. He hadn’t asked her for more than this week. And she hadn’t offered more. Now, she was starting to fear she might want more. She just wasn’t sure how much.
“If it’s just a shits-and-giggles thing, then by all means, ignore my advice and just keep having fun. But I’d hate to see you hold back from a really great guy simply because of geography. The last thing I ever planned to do was settle in a small town. Travis changed my mind about that. Like you said, you’re free as a bird. And New Orleans is an awesome city. I wouldn’t mind having a friend to stay with there come Mardi Gras and Jazz Fest time.”
Tacy took another sip of the Booze, tipsiness be damned. “I’ll keep your future happiness in mind as I debate following some guy I just met halfway across the country.”
Lauren winked. “You’re a good friend. If it were me and the sex was that damn good, I’d be taking a closer look at the whole package. You don’t want to let a few years go by and find yourself constantly wondering if he was the one and you let him slip away.”
Tacy could totally see that happening. Maybe she did owe it to herself to see if this instant attraction had the possibility to lead to something more. “Great. As if I didn’t have enough questions to sort through in my life.”
After that first night, they’d sort of managed to talk about everything except themselves. And for Tacy, that holding back had been intentional. She thought it would protect her heart, but that clearly hadn’t happened. At all.
Lauren patted her knee sympathetically. “Look on the bright side. You could start talking and realize he’s a complete tool. That would make things really easy.”
Zac Lewis was not a tool. In fact, Tacy was fairly certain he had all the characteristics to be her Mr. Right. Which would really suck if he didn’t feel the same way about her. Regardless, Lauren was right about regrets. Tacy didn’t want any. Not with Zac. “Okay. So tonight, before happy naked time, I’ll initiate a conversation, get to know him on a deeper level.”
“You can start now.” Lauren hopped off the tailgate of the truck as Travis approached her. The party was starting to break up.
The river party was taking
“Talk?” Lauren supplied with an amused grin.
Tacy nodded. “I can’t really explain it. We have a great time, walking around, taking in all the festival events, but the second we’re alone, the clothes are on the floor and we’re going at it like he’s been away to war for ten years.”
Lauren handed Tacy her cup and she took a small sip of the Booze, the alcohol burning all the way down. She wasn’t sure how the locals could stomach the stuff. It packed a punch.
“So maybe the two of you should spend a little time getting to know each other—in a nonphysical way. You’ve clearly established you’ve got the sex thing in common. Might be a good idea to see if you’re compatible in other ways. Find out who he’s voting for in the next presidential election. Shit like that tells you a lot about a person.”
Tacy made a face. “Oh man. You’re not kidding.”
“I think he’s proven he’s worth the effort.”
He had, which prompted Tacy to speak her main concern. “I’m sure he is, but to what end? What am I working toward here?” Tacy worried part of her reason for not pushing to learn more about Zac was because she feared what would happen at the end of the week. What if she fell hard for the guy, but he wasn’t interested in more?
Neither of them discussed future plans. Why would they? They’d gone into this treating it like some fun weeklong summer fling. He hadn’t asked her for more than this week. And she hadn’t offered more. Now, she was starting to fear she might want more. She just wasn’t sure how much.
“If it’s just a shits-and-giggles thing, then by all means, ignore my advice and just keep having fun. But I’d hate to see you hold back from a really great guy simply because of geography. The last thing I ever planned to do was settle in a small town. Travis changed my mind about that. Like you said, you’re free as a bird. And New Orleans is an awesome city. I wouldn’t mind having a friend to stay with there come Mardi Gras and Jazz Fest time.”
Tacy took another sip of the Booze, tipsiness be damned. “I’ll keep your future happiness in mind as I debate following some guy I just met halfway across the country.”
Lauren winked. “You’re a good friend. If it were me and the sex was that damn good, I’d be taking a closer look at the whole package. You don’t want to let a few years go by and find yourself constantly wondering if he was the one and you let him slip away.”
Tacy could totally see that happening. Maybe she did owe it to herself to see if this instant attraction had the possibility to lead to something more. “Great. As if I didn’t have enough questions to sort through in my life.”
After that first night, they’d sort of managed to talk about everything except themselves. And for Tacy, that holding back had been intentional. She thought it would protect her heart, but that clearly hadn’t happened. At all.
Lauren patted her knee sympathetically. “Look on the bright side. You could start talking and realize he’s a complete tool. That would make things really easy.”
Zac Lewis was not a tool. In fact, Tacy was fairly certain he had all the characteristics to be her Mr. Right. Which would really suck if he didn’t feel the same way about her. Regardless, Lauren was right about regrets. Tacy didn’t want any. Not with Zac. “Okay. So tonight, before happy naked time, I’ll initiate a conversation, get to know him on a deeper level.”
“You can start now.” Lauren hopped off the tailgate of the truck as Travis approached her. The party was starting to break up.
The river party was taking
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