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Michael tried to kill my sister and framed my mother, and I was still holding onto a remnant of the man he used to be. The one who taught me how to ride a bike and brought me to my first basketball game when I was seven. Not a felon, but my father.
I swallowed the bitter lump in my throat as I entered the metro station just in time to catch the next train to Hazelburg. I pushed thoughts of Michael aside, choosing to focus on my plans for the rest of the afternoon instead. I spiraled every time I thought about my father, and I wasn’t wasting a precious day off agonizing over him.
I tapped my fingers against my thigh, restless. It was too late to go hiking. Maybe I could ring up some old college friends, see if they were free to hang out that night.
Or you can see Jules again.
My teeth clenched. Christ, what was wrong with me? It’d been a fuck. A great one, but a fuck nonetheless. I shouldn’t be this obsessive about it after one night together.
I took out my phone and pulled up a travel guide for New Zealand, determined to erase a certain redhead from my mind.
It didn’t work.
Every time I saw a waterfall, I pictured fucking Jules under it.
Every time I saw a restaurant, I pictured us eating there together like a goddamn couple.
Every time I saw a hike, I pictured…well, you got the idea.
“Fuck.” I was going insane.
The woman seated next to me with her young daughter pinned me with a glare before she moved them both farther down the train.
Normally, I would’ve apologized, but I was too annoyed to offer more than an apologetic grimace.
There was only one way to get Jules off my mind. I didn’t like it, but it was the only solution I had.
When I arrived in Hazelburg, I headed straight to Jules’s house. Was what I was about to do a bad idea? Probably. But I’d take a bad idea over having her live rent-free in my head for God knew how long.
I knocked on the door. It opened a minute later, revealing dark curls and surprised green eyes.
“Hey, Josh,” Stella said. “What are you doing here?”
Shit. I’d forgotten about Jules’s roommate. Like everyone else, Stella thought Jules and I hated each other—which we did—so it would be weird if I said I showed up to see Jules. Unless…
“I need to talk to Jules about a case at the clinic,” I lied. “It’s urgent. Is she here?”
If Stella suspected I was lying, she didn’t show it. Then again, she was one of the most trusting people I knew, so it probably didn’t occur to her that I wasn’t telling the truth.
“Yep. Come in.” She opened the door wider and motioned me inside. “Jules is upstairs in her room.”
“Thanks.” I took the stairs two at a time until I reached Jules’s room.
I rapped my knuckles against the door and waited for her “Come in!” before I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.
Jules sat at her desk, looking more dressed down than I’d ever seen her. Sweats, oversized T-shirt, no makeup, hair tossed up in a bun. While I appreciated a skimpy outfit as much as the next guy, I kinda liked this version of her. It was more authentic. More human.
Shock passed over her face at my appearance before she turned back to her computer and resumed typing.
“What are you doing here?” she asked casually, like her nail marks weren’t etched into my back from when I’d fucked her brains out a few days ago.
I tamped down my annoyance and leaned against the dresser, folding my arms over my chest.
I had work to do, trips to plan, and sleep to catch up on. But it’d been four days, eleven hours, and thirty-two minutes since we’d had sex, and all of them had been consumed by memories of cinnamon and heat and the silky slide of her skin beneath my hands.
I didn’t know what kind of voodoo spell Jules cast on me, but I needed to get it out of my system. If one night wasn’t enough, then I would indulge in as many nights as necessary to rid myself of my disturbing obsession with her.
“I have a proposition for you,” I said.
“No.” She didn’t look up from her screen.
“I propose we form a mutually beneficial arrangement,” I continued, ignoring her flat rejection. “As much as it pains me to admit, you weren’t terrible in bed, and I know I’m not terrible in bed. We’re both too busy to date or deal with the online dating scene. Therefore, we should enter a friends with benefits agreement. Minus the friends part.”
It was genius, if I did say so myself. The physical chemistry was there, and neither of us had to worry about the other catching feelings. We could just fuck until we got tired of it.
Honestly, Mensa should offer me membership for such a brilliant plan.
“Josh.” Jules closed her laptop and twisted to face me. “I would rather burn in the fiery depths of hell than sleep with you again.”
I smirked. “We won’t be doing much sleeping, Red. Or have you forgotten?”
I spotted the instant she remembered our night together.
Her pupils dilated, her chest rose and fell faster, and her cheeks flushed the faintest shade of pink. The average person wouldn’t have noticed such minor changes, but I wasn’t average. I noticed everything about her, whether I wanted to or not.
Self-satisfaction bloomed on my lips.
