“But Cane!”
“Why does it feel like we’ve been here before?” Frustration took over and I took a deep breath, trying to keep myself calm. All I needed was a hot little body to dump my stress into for a little while and I had made no illusions otherwise. She agreed to this before she followed me home.
Why does it have to be complicated now? I ran my fingers through my short blond hair, scrubbing my scalp in annoyance.
“When I was here a few months ago, we had lunch, too. Remember? We sat out on the patio.”
Remember her face. Do not triple dip this one.
“You don’t understand how this works.” I glanced at her reclining against my pillows and fought hard to not sound as brusque as I felt. “I have a bunch of shit to do. You really need to go.”
She sighed dramatically as she got up and found her jeans on the floor. I watched her ass jiggle as she pulled them on slowly, undoubtedly for my benefit.
It worked.
I had to restrain myself from grabbing her and fucking her one more time, just for good measure. That would only make getting her out of my house even harder and she simply wasn’t good enough to waste any more time on.
Instead, I sat and enjoyed the show. She turned to face me as she pulled her shirt over her head, her eyes never leaving mine. She tucked her bra in her purse.
With a final glance over her shoulder, presumably to give me time to change my mind, she was gone.
And I was alone again—just the way I liked it.
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MY HUSBAND AND I HAD a friend in high school that gave us a piece of advice that’s stuck with me my whole life. He pointed out that when we get ourselves in a pickle, we typically don’t hesitate to ask the Creator for help. Then, in a moment of wisdom unusual for a sixteen-year old boy, he asked us to remember to be just as forthcoming with gratitude when things go right.
It’s in that vein that I pause first to thank the Creator for this beautiful, chaotic, silly, amazing life I live.
My family is, and has always been, my biggest cheerleaders. There’s really not enough words to thank Mr. Locke, the four Little Lockes, my mama, and Peggy and Rob. I love you all so, so very much.
I am nothing without my team. Kari (Kari March Designs), Lisa (Adept Edits), Christine (Type A Formatting), Kylie (Give Me Books), and the team at Red Coat PR—you make this possible. Day after day, release after release, you share your insight, wisdom, time and friendship with me. I want you to know I’ll never take it for granted.
I have no clue how I functioned before Tiffany came on board. You, my right hand (and sometimes left), are more than I ever dreamed. Thank you for knowing what I mean when I can’t find the words, gently tug me back when I get distracted, write down everything I say and bring it back at just the right time (sometimes months later), and stay on top of everything I can’t.
My dear, sweet betas are still here. Trust me when I say, there was a time or ten I thought they’d bail. Many of you have been with me since day one, pre-reading every book I’ve ever written. Some of you have just come on board and jumped in with your honesty and sharp eyes (and, sometimes, tongues when I need it!). Thank you all for lending your talents to Swink.
Jen C, Jade, Tiffany, Ebbie, and Stephanie keep my groups running, memes coming, stickers posted, steps counted, and lots of laughs rumbling in between. I love you guys.
Susan, Candace, Carleen, and Joy deserve so much more than hugs. You deserve all the happiness in the world. Thank you for sticking by me.
This book wouldn’t have happened with you, Mandi Beck. I would’ve lost my sanity a long time ago. Thanks for being a friend in every way that counts and a few that really shouldn’t.
I write the words, you read them, but the bloggers of the world are the part in the middle that gets overlooked. I want to give a huge shout-out to all those men and women that read what they love and shout it from the rooftops. I see you. I appreciate you.
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