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“You know I don’t. But this evening isn’t about me. You said Nana was there for you when no one else was. I understand it went both ways. Thank you for that.”
She ducked her head, not sure if the heat scorching her cheeks was embarrassment for the recognition, or because of the drinking. His comment from earlier, about Nana never hinting something was wrong, rushed back. “She wasn’t sick, you know. She had the normal aches and pains that come with age, but nothing else. There was nothing you could have done for her, even if you were here.”
When he smiled, lines of tension vanished from his forehead. He really was sexy, ridiculous sheet not-withstanding. If they didn’t have the shared past—if he were a random stranger, instead of her childhood friend—she’d consider hooking up for the night. Then again, he’d be gone as soon as the roads opened. What made him any less temporary than the next guy? Lingering traces of his warm touch teased her. The comfort when he held her. The power in his grip.
They ate and drank and glossed over the details of their lives since they last saw each other. By the time they moved to the living room, the bottle of Jack was almost empty. A pleasant haze clouded her thoughts, and every other thing either of them said made her giggle.
He settled on the couch. “Is the storm clearing up enough for me to escort you home?”
“You’re not driving.” She took the spot next to him.
“I’ll walk you there, then.”
She straddled his legs and wrapped her arms around his neck. A tiny voice in the back of her head asked what she was doing, but the whiskey and the wind drowned it out. “You’re such a gentleman,” she said.
He rested a hand at the back of her neck, holding her head, and searched her eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Not thinking.” She crashed her mouth down on his. When he didn’t respond, ice filled her veins, but then he tightened his grip, and kissed back hard and hungrily.
This might be the biggest mistake she’d made... On second thought, nothing could top the disaster that was her marriage, and God, he felt good beneath her.
Chapter Four
Atiny annoying voicebuzzed in the back of Jonathan’s mind.This is a bad idea.It wasn’t enough to make him stop. With only a sheet between him and Bailey, her every shift ground into him, sending desire racing across his skin. She whimpered and dug her fingers into his chest. Whiskey and ginger ale flooded his senses and danced with their tongues.
She’s drunk.
I don’t do one-night stands.
I’ll never see her again after this week.
I wanted my friend back. This isn’t the way to go about it.
Fucking logic. Fortunately, he was drunk too, which made it easier to ignore everything but the warm weight pressing into his cock, tempting him.
“The Jack was a brilliant find,” she said, and tilted her head back with a sigh when he drew his lips down her throat. “Best way to remove our reservations.” Her words tugged harder at the protests in his head.
