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8 pages, Audible Audio
First published June 29, 2018


I couldn’t get Anette messy and dirty. I couldn’t make her scream my name. Not unless I was also ready to wife her up, and I wasn’t sure about that. I couldn’t casually date her with the entire town watching – and they would watch – and chances were good I couldn’t casually fuck her either. She looked altogether too by-the-book for fuck buddies, and there was no room for a tomcat sheriff around here.
I wanted him to have this, something I’d made all by myself, and I wanted it to say a million different things.
Thank you for giving me a soft place to land. Sorry about rubbing my ass all over your house. I hope we can be friends even though I attacked you. Thank you for shutting down all of my attempts at seduction. Have a muffin; now please forget all the things I said when I was drunk. Did you mean to kiss me back? Would you do it again?
“I understand that you’re not ready,” he replied. “But know this: I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here, waiting for you.”
“Where’s your head at today?” he asked, his voice low.
“Right here,” I replied. That was the best I could do. I couldn’t hand anything serious. I was fresh off a long-term, one-sided, mostly imaginary relationship and I couldn’t dive into the dating game and its associated bullshit right now. But I could be here, with this man who made swallowing sexy, and I could want him. I didn’t have all the answers yet but I could want him and it could be as simple as that.
“I have enough patience to wait for what I want and enough sense to know when it’s worth waiting for.”
I was a goner for this girl. Was gone when I started lusting over her ankles but this was some higher-level cosmic soul mate shit.
“I don’t care about Jackson, I said.
“You know what’s awesome?” she murmured. “How you’re so bad at lying. Say that again – about how you don’t care for him. Maybe this time you’ll be able to look at me while you do it. Oh, and also? Try to say it as if you believe it, too, and you’re not asking me a damn question.”
I shot a sharp glance across the table. “Okay, fine,” I said. “I care about Jackson. He’s my neighbour and I see him around town but--”
“Oh my fucking god,” Brooke said, groaning. She pushed her sunnies to the top of her head and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I love you but I also want to slap you. Really hard. Not some quick tap but a full slap, the kind that leaves a handprint on your face and knocks this bullshit out of your head.”
“I’d slap you back,” I muttered.
“I’d fucking hope so,” she replied.