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laugh at that.
“You might be on to something there,” Scarlett says. Being my next-door neighbor in town, she hears most of my horror stories soon after they take place.
“Speaking of placenta,” Julie says tentatively, taking a look around to make sure no one else can hear her. “I’m pregnant.” She says it softly, as if saying it out loud might somehow jinx her.
Knowing how badly she and Matt want to have children, my eyes immediately fill with happy tears. “That’s the best news ever.” I hug her, and when I pull back from her, I see tears in her eyes, too.
“I’ve been dying to tell you guys,” she says as Lauren and Scarlett hug her, “but Matt and I wanted to wait until we were past the three-month mark before we told anyone this time.”
“We won’t say anything,” I assure her.
“Mum’s the word,” Lauren says, “or should it be Mom’s the word in this case?”
She giggles and wipes away a stray tear. “Either way, I appreciate your discretion. We’re only telling our immediate families and closest friends. I think Matt is telling Blake now.”
I can’t not look, even though my better judgment is telling me not to make eye contact. Of course I don’t listen to my better judgment—remember the I want you to fuck me thing from last night? The second I give in to the overwhelming need to look at him, he glances my way, and our gazes connect across the crowded room. And then he starts coming toward me, edging his way through one group after another until he’s standing right in front of me.
As if they recognize the man who made them sing last night, my girl parts go crazy, dancing around trying to get his attention.
“You okay?” he asks in a low intimate tone that has the girls singing hallelujah.
“Of course I am. Why do you ask?”
“You seem… I don’t know… Rattled or something.”
I absolutely hate that he could tell that from across a crowded room.
“Not at all,” I say breezily. “Why would I be?”
Rather than answer, he only stares at me. His blue-eyed gaze is so intense, I feel like he’s seeing right through me and my fake breeziness.
The stare-fest ends when Matt calls for more ice.
“I’ll get it.” I head for the freezer in the garage and am piling bags of ice on the garage floor when Blake appears next to me.
Without making eye contact—and thank goodness for that—he says, “Leave your back door unlocked tonight.” He picks up the bags of ice, hoists them to his shoulder and goes back inside while I stand with my mouth hanging open. Only the icy air from the freezer swirling in my face keeps me from overheating.
Did he really just say that? One-and-done Blake Dempsey wants round two? Well, isn’t this an unprecedented development…
I have no idea why I told Honey to leave her door open for me. Okay, that’s not entirely true. It’s because she seemed rattled, and I’m worried about her. Yeah, you heard me right. I’m actually concerned that something we did last night isn’t sitting well with her, and I need to know for sure. Thus my highly unusual request that she leave her door unlocked.
Ugh, what am I doing? I don’t get involved. I don’t “worry” about my sexual partners after we do the deed. I never make promises I can’t keep, and I never, ever, ever do entanglements with women.
I have no plans to change my rules with Honey. It’s just that underneath her sassy I want you to fuck me exterior, she’s fragile. And oh my goodness, she’d hate me for thinking that. Honey would never want anyone to think of her as fragile, but I know her well enough to know the cocky attitude she brought into that bar last night is not the real Honey Carmichael. Not even kinda.
No, the real Honey has been trying to overcome her difficult beginnings her entire life by overcompensating with too many men, always searching for that elusive “something” she’s never had. I once heard some guys in town speculate that she has a
“You might be on to something there,” Scarlett says. Being my next-door neighbor in town, she hears most of my horror stories soon after they take place.
“Speaking of placenta,” Julie says tentatively, taking a look around to make sure no one else can hear her. “I’m pregnant.” She says it softly, as if saying it out loud might somehow jinx her.
Knowing how badly she and Matt want to have children, my eyes immediately fill with happy tears. “That’s the best news ever.” I hug her, and when I pull back from her, I see tears in her eyes, too.
“I’ve been dying to tell you guys,” she says as Lauren and Scarlett hug her, “but Matt and I wanted to wait until we were past the three-month mark before we told anyone this time.”
“We won’t say anything,” I assure her.
“Mum’s the word,” Lauren says, “or should it be Mom’s the word in this case?”
She giggles and wipes away a stray tear. “Either way, I appreciate your discretion. We’re only telling our immediate families and closest friends. I think Matt is telling Blake now.”
I can’t not look, even though my better judgment is telling me not to make eye contact. Of course I don’t listen to my better judgment—remember the I want you to fuck me thing from last night? The second I give in to the overwhelming need to look at him, he glances my way, and our gazes connect across the crowded room. And then he starts coming toward me, edging his way through one group after another until he’s standing right in front of me.
As if they recognize the man who made them sing last night, my girl parts go crazy, dancing around trying to get his attention.
“You okay?” he asks in a low intimate tone that has the girls singing hallelujah.
“Of course I am. Why do you ask?”
“You seem… I don’t know… Rattled or something.”
I absolutely hate that he could tell that from across a crowded room.
“Not at all,” I say breezily. “Why would I be?”
Rather than answer, he only stares at me. His blue-eyed gaze is so intense, I feel like he’s seeing right through me and my fake breeziness.
The stare-fest ends when Matt calls for more ice.
“I’ll get it.” I head for the freezer in the garage and am piling bags of ice on the garage floor when Blake appears next to me.
Without making eye contact—and thank goodness for that—he says, “Leave your back door unlocked tonight.” He picks up the bags of ice, hoists them to his shoulder and goes back inside while I stand with my mouth hanging open. Only the icy air from the freezer swirling in my face keeps me from overheating.
Did he really just say that? One-and-done Blake Dempsey wants round two? Well, isn’t this an unprecedented development…
I have no idea why I told Honey to leave her door open for me. Okay, that’s not entirely true. It’s because she seemed rattled, and I’m worried about her. Yeah, you heard me right. I’m actually concerned that something we did last night isn’t sitting well with her, and I need to know for sure. Thus my highly unusual request that she leave her door unlocked.
Ugh, what am I doing? I don’t get involved. I don’t “worry” about my sexual partners after we do the deed. I never make promises I can’t keep, and I never, ever, ever do entanglements with women.
I have no plans to change my rules with Honey. It’s just that underneath her sassy I want you to fuck me exterior, she’s fragile. And oh my goodness, she’d hate me for thinking that. Honey would never want anyone to think of her as fragile, but I know her well enough to know the cocky attitude she brought into that bar last night is not the real Honey Carmichael. Not even kinda.
No, the real Honey has been trying to overcome her difficult beginnings her entire life by overcompensating with too many men, always searching for that elusive “something” she’s never had. I once heard some guys in town speculate that she has a
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