AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Amber: Um. We’re taking it slow.
Abby:
Me: Hey, you could play the field, Abby. Then you can spill it all to us.
Abby: I’m off men. Maybe for good.
Me: Then I’ll make sure to give you a new vibrator for your birthday.
Amber: Why do you keep giving us vibrators?
Me: Why not? Every woman should have a back-up plan and a guaranteed orgasm.
Emmy: You don’t need to give me any more, though. West is very, very good at keeping me satisfied.
Abby: x 3
Me (typed but deleted): I’m about to learn if another Wolfe brother is just as good, or if West is an anomaly.
Me (actual reply instead): Enjoy your man, Emmy. I need to dash. But I want all the details later.
Abby: Without me. Please.
Me: Fine, without you.
As soon as we were back in the car, I took Nolan’s hand. “Thank you. I mean it.”
He smiled warmly, and it shot straight between my thighs. “You don’t have to keep thanking me. Seeing you so happy is reward enough.”
Nolan Wolfe was kind, funny, sexy, and so much more. Ever since he’d proposed a fake engagement, I’d wondered something. So I asked, “Why are you still single? Even before your nightmare ex, any lady would’ve been lucky to have you. And yes, I know you have your fame to worry about. But there are plenty of actors who find love and marry. It’s not impossible.”
“No. But…”
“But what?”
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Well, it’s going to sound stupid as I’m thirty-two years old and so much time has passed.”
“You met the girls who bullied me. I’m not quite as ancient as you are, but I still haven’t gotten over those memories completely. Sometimes things stay with us forever, no matter how hard we try to move past them.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I’m ancient, huh?”
“Don’t change the subject, Nolan. Tell me what still bothers you. Please?”
As he tapped his fingers against his thigh, I waited. I knew whatever it was, whatever his memories were, it would reveal a little more of the true Nolan Wolfe, the man who kept to himself more than anyone else I knew.
After what seemed forever, he replied, “Well, in high school I was hurt and betrayed by my best friend, and I guess I’ve never really opened myself up to anyone again.”
I tried to recall who might have hurt him. But while our age difference didn’t matter now, it had been a different story when we were younger. “Who? And what happened? If it’s not too painful to talk about, that is.”
“What, and ruin your night? That’s probably not a good idea.”
“No, tell me. I want to know. It won’t ruin my night. I promise.”
If anything, it’d probably make me fall a little more for the man.
Not that we were actually a thing. But a girl could dream a little.
After searching my gaze for a few seconds, he finally said, “After my dad died and West ran away and Beck shouldered the responsibilities of running the winery, I felt somewhat isolated. My older brothers were basically gone, and my younger siblings were still children. I ended up spending more and more time with my best friend, a guy I’d known since childhood. His name was Scott Allen.”
