“It was fun,” she provided for him.
He flashed a look at her.
“To be honest, I haven’t had that much fun in I can’t even remember how long. It was just what I needed to take my mind off everything. A few drinks, dancing…” her voice trailed. She’d let her mind continue with the words—the sex.
“Right, yeah,” he agreed, attention fixated on his hands fidgeting in his lap.
Those hands. So big. So capable. And talented. She knew of course, they held the capacity for building beautiful things made of wood. But she’d been completely taken by surprise with the power they held when it came to pleasuring a woman. And boy could they ever. She squeezed her thighs together, constraining the craving building between them.
“And you and I?” he blurted.
“You and I, what?” She played dumb.
For how long she could do it, she wasn’t sure. But really, she wasn’t even sure why anymore. Did it matter what the dumb people in this town thought? Was she going to let Pineridge dictate her love life for her? Six months ago, she didn’t think she’d have a love life ever again. So instead of beating around the bush, she should be grabbing this thing by the horns with both hands and announcing victory. She’d skipped over the steps of grief and moved right the hell on.
“The rumors going around town…” Davis began, and she finally decided to put him out of his misery. If it even was misery. Because maybe the real reason wasn’t being afraid of what people would think of her, maybe the real reason was that Davis didn’t actually want her.
Maybe he only wanted one night.
“Are just rumors.” She blinked up at him, intently.
“So you knew?”
She frowned at him, confusion swirling in mind. “I knew what?”
“You knew it was me…last night…not Garrett.”
She gasped. “What? You actually thought I didn’t know?” Her voice was loud, carrying into the blackness of night while their seat hovered into the air. She hunkered lower, assuring her voice would come out softer this time. “You don’t think I knew who I had sex with? Who I consented to?”
He shrugged, and the boyish, helpless gesture nearly broke her.
“You never…well, you never said my name.”
She narrowed her eyes and tilted her chin. “That’s it? Because I didn’t scream your name? Because I didn’t cry out,oh Davis I need, I want you, oh baby?”
She rolled her eyes.
He rubbed his hands down his thighs. “You and Garrett were drinking together, laughing, dancing.”
“I hate to break it to you, but I drank and laughed and danced with a lot of people. That doesn’t mean I wanted to sleep with them.”
“I know, I know,” he muttered. “And when you say it like that, it sounds…”
“Insane.”
“And then I didn’t hear from you today.”
“I didn’t hear from you either,” she fired back.
“And then the rumors.”
She glanced away. Fine. He had her there. She hadn’t tried to put a stop to the rumors. “You’re right. But I don’t even know how the rumor began. Why did people assume I slept with Garrett?”
“Oh, right. That’s partly my fault.” He scratched at his chin.
She narrowed her eyes at him.
“After I left O’Henry’s this morning—”
