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“We might be sharing a bed, but that’s all we’re sharing.” Because I was looking for Mr. Right.
Mr. Right, where the hell were you? I only had so much willpower to find you when I had to share a queen sized bed with Dex.
“What about that kiss earlier?” he asked. “I’d like to do it again. And again.”
Yeah, that kiss. The berm was in place because of that smoldering kiss. Maybe a second pillow was needed for fortification. The kiss had melted my panties and I knew what would happen if there was another. If I was wearing panties. Shit. I was in bed with Dex without panties!
“I won’t say it was a mistake, but it shouldn’t have happened,” I told him, climbing beneath the covers. And myself. Because I was barely controlling myself where an almost naked Dex was concerned. I had good reasons to avoid him, although staying here was making that really difficult.
“Because…” he prompted.
“You’re too young–”
He rolled his eyes. “Not that again.”
“–and you’re on vacation.” I turned onto my side to face him. “You live in Denver. I won’t be a vacation fuck.”
His jaw clenched. “You’re not a vacation fuck.”
“Or a pity fuck because my house got destroyed.”
“Pity fuck? Are you serious right now?”
“Fine. A fling. I don’t want to be a fling. You don’t even have guest bedroom furniture. If that doesn’t say temporary, I don’t know what does.”
He studied me for a moment, then waited until I met his dark eyes. “I told you in the car, I don’t want temporary with you.”
I blinked, not understanding. “What?” I whispered, thinking earlier he was all talk. Or something. Or I’d been in shock from the whole tree thing. But now? I was hearing, and seeing, him clearly.
“I don’t want temporary. I want to see where this goes.”
“This? Where it goes? It goes nowhere. Or back to Denver. I’m thirty-five years old, Dex. I want to get married. Have kids. The picket fence. A house without holes in it.”
“Good, because I want that too. With you.”
I couldn’t help but laugh because he was clearly insane.
“We barely know each other.”
He shrugged his shoulder. “So? Mav and Bridget barely know each other and they’re in it for the long haul.”
“You don’t live here,” I said, enunciating each and every word clearly and concisely so he understood. “It’s pretty hard to make babies if you live in a different state.”
“It’s also hard with this berm,” he grumbled, eyeing the offending hump.
“I’m dating local guys. My age,” I added.
“How’s that working for you?”
I narrowed my eyes because that felt like a cheap shot, then rolled over to face away from him, tugged the blankets up to my chin and said, “Goodnight, Dex.”
Barely breathing, I held myself still because I wasn’t talking to him anymore. Yeah, local dating was shit. He knew how bad it was because I was lying in bed with him with a berm between us. Not getting all hot and sweaty with a boyfriend or lover or husband.
No, I got hot and heavy kissing him on the street.
Inwardly, I screamed. AAAHHH!
My life plans went to hell when my parents died. I’d been a mess and so had Bridget and we’d made do as best we could. Days turned into months and months turned into years. Bridget grew up, went off to college. Was now living her life. I was living my life, too, but not the one I’d dreamed of. I was exactly where I was when I was twenty-three.
