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Friday night?
I do a little mental arithmetic in my mind; that’s only a couple of days from now. I’m sure I can hold out. Especially if I keep up my self-management in the shower. I mean, we haven’t agreed to do anything sexual over the phone, but hey, I’m not opposed to it.
Me:
Sounds good. I’ll be up as late as you need. Text me when you’re ready.
Hartley:
See you then x
I push off the wall. Just at the same time Hudson comes up behind me, patting me on the shoulder.
“You at it again, Gray?”
I slide my cell into my back pocket as we walk into the men’s room. “Maybe,” I say, not even pissed he just announced to everyone about my New York fling. Again, normally I wouldn’t care, but I don’t want these guys asking questions or drooling over her.
“You seemed cagey back there, you on lockdown with your one nighter?”
“Nothing like that…but fuck, Huds.”
He gives me a strange look. “What?”
I run another hand over my face, something I seem to be doing a lot lately when I think about her.
“Wait, I know that look. Are you falling for her?” He balks, but it’s quickly replaced with a grin.
I sigh, not even wanting to fucking hide it anymore. “I’m sure as hell taken with her,” I admit. “That’s not supposed to happen right, with a one-night stand? It’s been a while, but isn’t it meant to be mindless sex?”
“I don’t make the rules,” he says as we walk over to the urinal. “And I’m not the world’s leading expert these days myself.”
“Running a family business will do that to you.”
“Well, Gabe’s right about one thing. The choice of single, hot women in this town is getting fewer and far between.”
“You may have to venture out of town,” I offer with a shrug.
He grins. “Maybe.”
“Just keep me and Hart on the DL,” I say, pointing a finger at him.
He chuckles. “Alright, alright. When did you get so touchy? And what’s this Hart business? You’ve got pet names for each other already, right, smoochy-kins?”
“Fuck off.”
But I can’t stop smiling where she’s concerned. And it’s not like me, not one bit.
“Admit it, you’re all in.”
“Something like that,” I sigh, unable to lie to my best friend. “I just wish she didn’t live in another fucking state.”
The next morning, I get an early call just before I’m about to roll out of bed.
Yes, I pleasured myself last night thinking about Hartley, and the sexy messages we shared. I’m beginning to think Hudson is right and I’m turning into a sure-fire basket case since my divorce took over my life. I’m like a kid in a candy store when it comes to my Boston girl.
It feels like a fucking lifetime ago.
I glance at my screen and see it’s Jim Chambers, my attorney, calling.
