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The term “one-night stand” made a tremor roll up Ryder’s spine. He’d had a moment, given in to his impulse for Whitney. Yes, it was supposed to only be for one night. But…
“What’s your point?”
Huck shrugged. “Just pointing out there’s no real avoiding her, or you’ll starve to death.”
Shit, he was kind of right. Not to mention Penny was his sister, and the BBQ was the main hangout in town, which all his friends frequented. Avoiding her wasn’t likely. But the thought of being close to her and not touching her made his hands twitch.
“This is going to be a problem,” Ryder mumbled.
“Why does it have to be a problem?” Huck asked. “Why don’t you just treat her the same as you would any other woman? Unless you don’t think you can.” Huck waggled his brows like a teenage girl.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the fact that there seems to be something about this woman. She got you to give in and doesn’t seem to care who you are. Isn’t that the kind of woman you keep bitching you never meet in Diamond?”
“She’s not a serious woman,” Ryder said. Not for him at least. Because Ryder was serious about everything. “She’s a tumbleweed. Has no plans to stay here longer than the summer.”
“So? That’s perfect then. Because if you were looking for serious, you would have given in to one of the ladies on the casserole brigade that comes by your home weekly. They’re all serious about wanting to settle down with you. Tempting, I know. But wait a minute!” Huck gasped like a soap opera queen. “You haven’t taken any of them up on their offers lately. You know why?”
Ryder groaned. “Please enlighten me with your wisdom.”
“Because deep down you know what you really want, and it’s not the Suzie Homemaker. It’s the rebel without a cause. Face it, you’re into the chicks—”
“That are bad for me,” Ryder cut in.
Huck shrugged and took a bite of his burger. “Maybe. But I’m not telling you to go marry the woman. I’m telling you to stop lying to yourself about what it is you really want. Otherwise you would have snatched up one of the nice ladies from the church choir by now. Serious or not, you seriously need to take a look at your fridge, because it’s where casseroles go to die, and yet you’re still single.”
Ryder nailed his friend with a glare, but the smug son of a bitch had him there. Because Ryder treated all women in town about the same. He hadn’t dated anyone in a while, mostly because by the time one date turned into two then three, the woman was usually picking out rings or talking about weekend vacations, and that was Ryder’s cue to cut the relationship off ASAP.
“All this coming from a guy who drinks coconut water,” Ryder said.
“It has electrolytes,” Huck protested. “And you should listen to me. I’m all wise and shit about women. How do you think I snagged me such a fine one?”
“Because she took pity on your sorry ass.”
Huck nodded and smiled. “I’ll admit it, I begged pretty hard. But it was so, so worth it.”
Autumn was a wonderful woman and perfect for Huck. But Ryder wasn’t in Huck’s situation. As much as Ryder wished things were different, this happily ever after bullshit wasn’t in the cards for him.
Still, he could try to face this issue with Whitney the best way he knew how. Sure she was alluring. And no, he wasn’t going to make the same mistakes he’d made when he was young.
Besides, avoiding her wasn’t going to happen. Maybe he could make the summer work by befriending her. By setting limits and proving that he could be around her without losing his damn mind and thinking with the wrong head.
Surely the more he exposed himself to her, the more tolerance he’d build up, and soon he wouldn’t want her so badly. Made sense. Good plan.
Willpower was like a muscle. He just had to exercise his until it was as strong as steel.
“I think I know how to deal with this Whitney situation.”
“Oh, do share,” Huck said. “Just don’t tell me it involves you busting out the good ol’ boy charm and pleasantries and being friendly.”
It kind of did.
“Friendly? I slept with her last night.”
And the idea of “friendly” was very different than what Huck was talking about. He wanted to be more than friendly with her. He wanted another night to hear those sexy little gasps. But that was the opposite of what he should do. Unless… Maybe he could pretend they hadn’t already had sex—yeah fuckin’ right, because that was all he’d thought about the past twenty-four hours—and he could treat her like a regular woman in town.
He could show her, and himself, that he could control his urges and stay platonic. He could take her out, have a nice, simple, standard—as in not at all sexual—time, then be on his way. And maybe he could pass off this idea that they were just acquaintances with no attraction whatsoever.
