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Sailor
Isit up and wince, the pounding in my head only increasing now that I’m vertical. The guy in my bed lets out a groan, reaching for me, and I roll my eyes, scooting farther away. Why did I let him spend the night again?
Oh.He had adorable dimples, a nine-inch dick, and I had a few too many shots at the Coree Beach Bar & Grille.
I stand up and find my clothes, quickly getting dressed before he can persuade me to crawl back underneath the sheets with him. He’s cute, not a bad lay, but I don’t do repeats. Once is enough; twice is a mistake.
“Hey, loverboy, time to go. I have to get to work.”
He lifts his head, his blonde hair tousled, and opens one eye, squinting against the morning sun. “What time is it?”
“Not sure. Maybe six.”
I walk into my bathroom and take care of business, hoping when I come out, he’ll be gone. I run a brush through my long, brown hair, snatching through the knots caused by my curls. I pull it back into a ponytail and braid it, securing the bottom with a ponytail holder. I don’t bother with any makeup but do put on deodorant and brush my teeth ? the necessities.
When I emerge, he’s tugging his jeans on, and I get a nice view of his bare ass. I can admit, at least I have good taste with who I share my bed with. I patiently wait for him as he slides on his shoes and picks up his shirt from the floor. He pulls it on as we walk down the hall to my front door.
“You got time for breakfast?” he asks.
“That’s sweet,” I say, closing my door behind us. “But no. See you around.”
I step past him, knowing he’ll get the hint. I don’t need the breakfast after. Don’t want the promise of a phone call. It was sex. Let’s not make a big deal out of it.
I climb into my truck and drive the short distance to Old Oak Stables where I work. I stop by the office to clock in, pausing a moment to give Jake and Coogie a nice rubdown before I go inside.
“Hey, Nona,” I say, and Wynona, the office manager and my brother-in-law’s mother, greets me with a welcoming smile.
She holds up a basket of muffins, and I don’t turn them down, taking a huge unladylike bite. She’s been selling baked goods out of the office for a while now, but she never charges me. Always tells me I need to put some meat on my bones.
“Did you see today’s paper?”
I shake my head, mouth still full. She hands it to me, and when I see the front page, I drop my damn muffin to the floor. Mumbling a curse, I bend down and pick it up. I blow it off and enforce the five-second rule. I stare at the photo on the page, wishing and praying it wasn’t true.
Local Football Star Returning to Coree Harbor.
“He’s coming back to coach football for the high school,” Nona explains, oblivious to the devastation this news is causing me.
“I thought…I thought he was in the NFL.”
She takes the paper back from me. “He was, but apparently, he was injured. Heard he went through a really nasty divorce, too. If you ask me, I think he’s coming back here to lick his wounds.”
“I’m going to work. Thanks for the muffin.”
I push open the door and head out to the stables. Logan Fucking Decker. Licking his wounds? My ass. He’s coming back here because everyone in this town loves him. He probably misses that adoration. Misses everyone worshipping the ground he walks on.
Well, the football star can kiss my ass!
