Page 45 of Never Let Go

On the other hand, maybe that was because I’d always been meant to end up with Amanda. Whoever she was in real life.

I didn’t know, but I also wasn’t questioning it. Weirdly, I’d gone from being completely disenchanted with Milena’s process to being a hardcore fan in just three dates. I was going with it, trusting her wisdom instead of trying to control everything.

In this instance, letting go felt good. Probably because doing it was bringing me closer to Amanda. One more date to go, and at the one after that, I’d finally get to see what I was now convinced was a beautiful face.

Holy shit. I already knew for a fact that she was built like one of my dirty fantasies come to life. Feeling her soft, full body against mine for over an hour in total darkness last night had nearly driven me insane. When I’d finally gotten home, I’d still been hard, and with her scent clinging to my clothes and memories of her curves against me, it hadn’t taken me long to do something about it.

Then I’d done something about it again before I went to work this morning after I woke up from a dream about her. The girl was on my mind constantly, and I wasn’t even trying to fight it. Awake or asleep, I was thinking about her. As I was walking into Kane’s condo to watch the game, I was still thinking about her and still grinning.

“What’s with your face?” he asked when he let me in. “Wait. Let me guess. The date went well, huh?”

“Yep.” I smirked at him as we walked to the kitchen. “I’m getting addicted to this girl, bro. Big time.”

He frowned and then made a pained face at me. “Another one bites the dust?”

I thought it over and then shrugged. “Yeah, maybe. We’ll see how it goes.”

He smacked me in the shoulder. “I fucking told you, man. I told you that day she was the one.”

“I’m still not getting ahead of myself, but it’s going well. That’s the best anyone can ask for after only three dates, right?”

“Yeah, I guess. Except the way you guys rave over these Sight Unseen dates, three dates with them is not equal to three dates on the outside. How’s the money treating you?”

“Well. I haven’t spent any of it, but it’s happy right where it is.”

He groaned. “You didn’t buy a yacht?”

“No.”

“A jet?”

I frowned. “No. Why would I buy a jet? My job is here so I never have to travel for work.”

“It’s called traveling for pleasure, Foster. There is such a thing as just traveling without it being for work.”

“Asshole.” I shook my head at him. “I know that, but I don’t need my own jet to be able to travel for pleasure. It doesn’t make any sense to me.”

“Then you’re the asshole.” He chuckled. We walked into the open-concept kitchen and I put the beers I’d brought in the fridge after grabbing one. “Anyway, I think you know all the other guys who are here. Do you remember Avery, the realtor?”

I hit a blank for a moment, then searched through my memories of the time before Amanda and finally landed on a faint recollection of a dark-haired guy who talked about property a lot. “Oh. Yes, I do. I remember him. He’s still a realtor?”

“Yep, and I told him that you might be looking. He’s got a place he says any guy would go nuts over. It’s an apartment with an attic that’s been turned into, like, a Batcave.”

I laughed. “A Batcave, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s what he said. It’s got the ultimate man cave and it’s completely out of the way, so even if you and this girl of yours get married next month and start a family, you wouldn’t have to gut it.”

“No one is getting married, Kane. Calm down.” I smirked as I walked past him. “Unless you’re thinking about tying the knot? Who’s the lucky girl?”

He sighed as he cast a glance past his TV room to the floor-to-ceiling windows beyond. “She’s somewhere out there, but she’s going to have to keep waiting for now.”

“Don’t keep her waiting forever,” I warned until I realized I was starting to sound like Porter after he’d started dating Hope. “You know what? Fuck that, keep her waiting until you’re ready.”

“I was planning on it,” he said easily.

We strode out to join the other guys. They’d already taken their seats for the game, and for the first hour, we just watched. Beer was drunk, insults against the ref were hurled at the TV, and chips were inhaled. After that, when it was finally over, Avery came up to me.

“I heard you were in the market for a new place.”