by Megan Hart
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BACHELOR NUMBER FOUR
by
MEGAN HART
Amber Quill Press, LLC
http://www.amberquill.com
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Bachelor Number Four
An Amber Quill Press Book
This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.
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No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.
Copyright © 2006 by Megan Hart
ISBN 1-59279-557-9
Cover Art © 2006 Trace Edward Zaber
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Published in the United States of America
Also by Megan Hart
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All You Can Eat
The Clear Cold Light Of Morning
Convicted
Dream Upon Waking
An Exaltation Of Larks
Friendly Fire
From Distant Shores
Lonesome Bride
Love Match
Monster In The Closet
An Exaltation Of Larks
Opening The Door
Passion Model
Playing The Game
Pot Of Gold
Right To Remain
Riverboat Bride
Sand Castle
Emerald Isle
Trial By Fire
With Steps Like Knives
Dedication
To girlfriends, everywhere!
And to DPF, my own bachelor number four...
BACHELOR NUMBER FOUR
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"You need to get laid."
Dead silence filled the room that only moments before had been filled with the sounds of laughter and crunching popcorn.
Every eye turned to look at Lida Crowley, who didn't even have the good sense or decency to blush. She shrugged and popped another chocolate sandwich cookie in her mouth. "It's true."
True, but harsh, Arden Walsh imagined the rest of the women in the room thinking. "Yeah, well, unless Keanu's knocking at my door, I guess I'm out of luck."
She could practically hear the collective sigh of relief at her use of humor to defuse what could have potentially been an embarrassing situation. She looked back at the big screen TV, which was now showing a rather lovely picture of male anatomy. "Ewan McGregor would be okay, too."
Lida, bless her, reached for the remote and rewound the scene, then used the DVD's remote to zoom in on the luscious backside. "Ewan McGregor wouldn't even have to knock on my door. I'd catch him while he was still standing in the driveway."
The room rocked with laughter. While moments before the continuous chuckling and innuendo-filled comments had sounded sincere, now they rang false.
No wonder, Arden thought, turning her determined attention toward the film, which sadly was no longer showing naked male booty. What kind of downer was a widow on Ladies' Night anyway?
"I need another drink. Anyone else?" She got up from the plaid couch and looked around brightly, ice cubes clinking in her glass.
A chorus of, "No" greeted her, and she was glad because that meant she could take the trip to the kitchen by herself, eyes burning with unshed tears, throat clogged so tight she wouldn't have been able to make small talk had she tried. In Lida's disorderly kitchen, she found the pitcher of sangria and poured the rest of it into her glass. She didn't really want the booze. It made her melancholy. She swirled the soggy fruit around in the bottom of the glass for a moment before dumping it down the sink. She'd be better off with diet soda.
Rooting around in the freezer, Arden took the time to press a handful of ice against her eyes. The cubes burned, but not as badly as the tears had. At least the pain stopped when she took the ice away.
"Cucumbers work better for that than cubes." Lida lit a cigarette and parked her butt at the kitchen table to scoop up a chip full of taco dip. "Mmm. Man, this stuff is fabulous. Try some."
Arden shook her head and sipped from the soda.
Lida tilted her head. Smoke wreathed her face. "I meant what I said out there."
"I know you did." Arden sighed and looked back into the living room, where the ladies were now hooting and hollering over a scene featuring a naked Russell Crowe. "Don't worry about it. I think they felt worse about you saying it than I did."
"That's because you know I'm right." Lida let out one of her throaty, delightful laughs that had always made men's toes curl. "You need to get laid in the worst way, Arden."
Arden shook her head, emptied her glass in a hasty swallow and poured another. "You heard what I said."
"Last I saw, Keanu wasn't riding his motorcycle up and down Main Street. You need to set your sights a little lower."
Arden fixed her eyes on her friend's. "Lida, you know that's not going to happen."
"Why not? You're young. You're gorgeous. You're available."
Again, Arden sighed. She helped herself to some of the spicy dip and followed it with a swig of cola. "That's...that's not really part of my life any more."
"When's the last time you had sex with something other than Mr. Jolly?"
Arden spluttered and laughed. "Mr. Jolly?"
"Or whatever you call yours." Lida grinned slyly. "I call mine The Joystick. What can I say? Bill's out of town a lot. What battery-operated toy do you have in your night stand drawer?"
"Um." Arden bit her lip, but she and Lida had shared almost every secret since the seventh grade, and there was no way she'd be able to convince her friend she didn't have any toys. "It's a butterfly. It vibrates. And it doesn't have a name."
"And it's not a man."
Arden's first sob leaked out before she could stop it, and the next hit her like a baseball bat over the head. Arden pressed her fingers to her mouth to stop them, but they refused to be held back. Tears squirted, scalding, and her throat burned like she'd swallowed hot wax.
Lida's hand pressed hers, and Arden grasped it like a drowning woman clutching at a piece of floating driftwood. Then Lida pulled Arden into her arms, rocked her like a baby, patted her back and shushed and hushed her until spent, Arden sat back. Without a word, Lida handed her a handful of tissue and a full glass of soda.
"I shouldn't have come tonight," Arden said in a voice as hoarse as a frog's croak.
"Bullshit. You should've come six months ago, when I invited you the first time."
"I wasn't ready then. I'm not so sure I was ready tonight." Arden looked back into the living room. More hooting told her they'd switched to another raunchy movie. She looked around the kitchen, overflowing with bowls of dips and chips, platters of brownies and cookies, with bottles of booze and beer on every counter. "I should go home."
Lida stared, took another drag on her cigarette and blew towards the ceiling, where the wobbling fan spun away the wisps of smoke. "Why, you got a date with your butterfly?"
As quickly as she'd wept, Arden burst into laughter. She and Lida guffawed and giggled, until the commotion made everyone else get up to see what was going on.
"What's so funny?" asked Marla, a divorcée in her late thirties.
"Yeah, dish." Candace popped open a beer. "It better be good because I'm missing Orlando Bloom on the big screen."
"Oh, hush...why bother? That baby boy's got all hi
s clothes on." This came with a grin from Barb, who reached over to help herself to the last few scoops of taco dip.
"We were just talking about Arden's lack of sex life," Lida said.
Again, Arden broke the uncomfortable silence so she didn't have to face it. "Really, everyone, it's okay. We can talk about it."
Barb, who Arden had just met that night, reached over and squeezed her hand. "Only if you want to, honey."
Emotion overwhelmed Arden. Until tonight, she hadn't met any of these women. All friends of Lida's, they'd been getting together for monthly ladies' nights for a couple of years--years Arden had lived away with her husband. She'd agreed to come with trepidation, uncomfortable at jumping into a tightly knit group, but Lida had assured her she'd fit in. And, for the most part, until Lida's injudicious comments had ground the party to a halt, she had.
In between movie scenes of their favorite actors, preferably scenes in which said actors were scantily clad or not clad at all, the other women had joked and complained about the men in their lives, or lack of men. While vocal in her appreciation of Ewan's butt and Antonio's abs, Arden hadn't joined the complaints, good-natured though they were. It felt disloyal to talk about Jason, to complain about the foibles that had seemed, at the time, to be enough to make her pull out her hair, but in retrospect were laughably minor.
She'd spoken proudly of her two girls, six-year-old Maeve and eight-year-old Aislin, and she'd reminisced fondly with Lida about their high school adventures. But she hadn't said much about Jason. Now, looking around the room at the faces of these women, she took a deep breath and spoke. "Lida's right. I do need to get laid."
For one more moment silence hung in the air like a crystal glass falling from a dish-soap slippery hand--and just like that glass hitting the floor, the silence shattered when confronted with more guffaws of female laughter.
"Oh, honey, don't we all?" Gail patted her generous hips. "Work off some of this the old-fashioned way!"
They were all looking at her like they expected her to say more, and to her own surprise, she did. "Jason died a year and three months ago. Um. I haven't had sex...I guess I haven't had sex in a year and six months. And the last time...well..." Arden took a drink, thinking of how they'd tried to make love and only been able to cuddle. "It wasn't exactly like the movie we were watching earlier."
"I understand, honey," Barb said.
"It's not that I haven't thought about it," Arden said hurriedly. "Sex, I mean."
"Obviously not, if you bought yourself a butterfly," said Lida, eliciting a hoot of approval from the ladies gathered in the kitchen.
"I'm sorry. I must be ruining the mood." Arden stood, but the women surrounded her.
"No, honey, not at all. This is ladies' night. We're here to ogle the buns of hunky men, gorge on chocolate and drink ourselves sillier than we already are. Seems to me you're in exactly the right place." Marla grinned and held up her plate of dessert.
"And since most of us also spent a portion of the time complaining about our husbands," Candace put in, "I also think you're in the right spot. Because if you don't have a reason to be supremely pissed off with the man you married, none of us do."
Arden's mouth dropped open, but she saved herself from looking too stupid by filling it with a mouthful of chocolate frosted cupcake. She chased it with a swallow of diet soda. "I'm not...I can't be...Oh, hell, you're exactly right. I'm pissed at Jason for leaving me and the girls. I'm pissed at him for not going to the doctor sooner. I'm pissed at him because he never did learn to put his socks in the laundry, and now he never will."
Saying the words felt good, and more tumbled out of her mouth. "I'm pissed because he used to snore right through midnight diaper changes, but couldn't seem to fall asleep if I stayed up late reading a book. He never put the toilet seat down. He called me Ardie, even though I hated it. He never hung up his ties, just left them hanging on the back of a kitchen chair. And I'm pissed because he left us. Me and Maeve and Aislin, and he'll never see them grow up, or go to the prom, or get married. I'm pissed because he's not here and I still am, and it's hard to be alone."
Her voice hitched and the room swam, but she didn't burst into tears again. Arden looked around at the room full of women, all of them nodding and none of them staring at her with what she'd feared most to see: pity. Empathy, yes. But no pity.
Arden took a deep breath. "It's been a year and three months since he died. And I've never said any of that to anyone."
"Then I guess it's about time you did," Lida told her and applauded, then hugged Arden with one strong arm. "It's okay to be mad."
"Death doesn't make anyone perfect, even though we'd like to think they are." This from the mostly silent Pam. An older woman with soft gray hair, she gave Arden a smile.
"Are you going to cry again?" Lida handed Arden another tissue.
"I don't think so. I'm going to eat another cupcake."
The ladies gathered around her broke into another chorus of cheers. Arden stuffed her mouth with the luscious cake and patted her stomach.
"And it's been eighteen months since she had sex," Lida announced, making Arden blush. "Which is why I told her she really needs to get laid."
Arden thought of her daughters, who'd become her entire life since she'd lost Jason. "I'm not ready for a relationship."
"Who says anything about a relationship?" Lida asked, earning another round of agreement from the ladies. "You need some good, old-fashioned, no-strings-attached sex."
Arden laughed, a real laugh this time. "I don't think I'm ready for that either."
"I saw you watching Ewan's bare ass," said Marla, wiggling her eyebrows. "You can't tell me you don't want a piece of something like that."
Gail sighed and put her hand theatrically over her heart. "Who doesn't?"
"All right. If Ewan shows up at my door, I'll let him in."
"And we all know how likely that is to happen." Candace shook her head. "I agree with Lida. You should have no trouble at all finding a man to give you some action. You just need to pick the right one."
"Good luck with that," grouched Gail good-naturedly. "I've been looking for the right one for fifteen years."
"Arden doesn't want a boyfriend. She wants a bumpin' uglies buddy," quipped Barb, who ducked when Gail threw a handful of tortilla chips at her.
The idea had more appeal than Arden was willing to admit out loud. "C'mon, you guys, I'm a mom. That's not me any more, and it never was."
"A mom. Like having kids means you don't need sex, too?" Marla shook her head. "No red-blooded straight male is going to turn you down because you've had kids."
Arden wasn't vain enough to think herself a beauty or insecure enough to believe herself a beast. But a siren capable of wooing a man for the sole purpose of sex? That had never been her role. Well...maybe once...
"She's thinking about it," said Gail triumphantly. "Look at her eyes!"
"No, no," Arden protested. "I'm not, I swear!"
But she was. A face from the past had flashed in her mind. There was one time when she'd thrown caution to the wind, taken a chance. She'd played the part of the vixen in a way she'd never done since.
Lida reached up and undid the clip, sending Arden's hair tumbling around her shoulders. "Red lipstick. Black stiletto heels. We'd have you fixed up in no time."
"But what if it's disappointing?" she asked aloud, scarcely able to believe she was even contemplating such a thing.
"Do your research, silly. Don't just leap into bed with the first Romeo who buys you a drink. Get recommendations." Gail laughed and thrust her hips back and forth. "You're looking for Don Juan? Ask around."
"You're kidding." But Arden clearly saw she wasn't.
"You said yourself, you're not looking for a relationship. Hell, after a year of no sex, you're practically a virgin again. Find a guy you like, who'll take the time to do you right."
Arden chuckled, snagged the clip back from Lida and pinned up her hair. "I don't know."
> Candace hooted. "C'mon, Arden. Isn't there anyone you'd like to fuck who isn't a movie star? The checkout boy at the grocery store maybe, or the UPS guy?"
"Or maybe a certain dirty worker man?"
Arden gasped involuntarily, like Lida had reached straight into her brain and plucked out her deepest, darkest secret. "Lida!"
"He's still around, you know," Lida said. "I've seen the signs for his business."
Arden fended off the cries of "Who?" by raising her hands. "That was a long time ago, Lida."
"Twelve years isn't that long ago."
Candace finished blending another batch of strawberry smoothies and passed out fresh cups to all the ladies. "Spill the dirt, Arden. You heard most of my sordid stories earlier tonight. It's your turn."
Emboldened by a gulp of the frozen beverage, Arden swallowed twice before answering. It couldn't hurt to tell the story, could it? It had been a long time ago, and a lot had happened since then. "Before I met my husband, I had a fling, I guess you could call it. With a guy named Shane Donner. I met him at a friend's house and we hit it off."
It felt like every woman in the room hung on her every word.
"So, what happened?" asked Marla.
Arden feigned a casual attitude she definitely didn't feel. "We went out for a little while and then it ended."
"What she means to say is they fucked each other silly!" crowed Lida.
"And after that?" Pam tipped back her cup to get the last of her drink. "You broke up?"
Arden could still smell the scent of the cologne he'd favored. Could still feel the bite of the wind on her cheeks as she'd faced him. Damn, she realized as she sipped her drink, she could still taste him.
"It's kinda hard to break up something that never really got started. He wasn't interested in having a girlfriend," she said with a shrug. "And he made that pretty clear. So I stopped seeing him and then I met Jason."
