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“Mav didn’t buy me a house, but you’ve seen him.” Bridget waggled her eyebrows behind her glasses. Both of them were so confident in their men. In their love. “He wears a pink Steaming Hotties t-shirt because he likes the feel of the cotton.” She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially. “I like the way it’s two sizes too small.”
Last summer, Maverick James came to Hunter Valley to build the James Inn–yes, it was named after his family–and met Bridget, who had worked as an assistant for the local construction team. They hit it off and were living together now. And clearly in love. And Maverick James was big. Viking big. Like Daniel. But Daniel wasn’t a city slicker. I doubted he even owned a suit. He was more rugged. More outdoorsy. More… MORE.
“What we’ve learned is Daniel Pearson, the elder, is a good guy. Arlo approved, and a typical male. Which means we need to put them in their place. Did you tell him off?” Mallory asked.
I shook my head, which maybe wasn’t a good idea. The room swirled a little. “I went inside and slammed the front door behind me. I left him standing in the front yard with a dog going at it with his leg, because… awkward.”
“You should tell him off,” Mallory said and Bridget nodded in agreement. “You’ll feel better. You should also sleep with him. That will definitely make you feela lotbetter.”
Whatever music was playing through the bar’s hidden speakers switched to a country song that was well liked because people around us started to sing along.
I shook my head and spoke up. “No way. I couldn’t do that. Either of those things. That’s… not me. Besides, Earl proving he’s a horndog shut down every reason he stopped by. I didn’t even have to say a thing to point out how wrong he was.” I raised my arms as if I was praising God. “A confrontation is one thing, but what am I supposed to do, show up onhisdoorstep and point out that he was wrong about the physical abilities of different sized dogs copulating? It’s not like it’s a topic for the high school debate team and not something you jump a guy after saying. I mean, do I yell at him and then tell him to fuck me?”
They laughed as I caught my breath. Arguing with them was riling me up. And I couldn’t believe I dropped the f-bomb.
Mallory played with her stirrer straw in her gin and tonic. “I can’t believe he said the size difference wouldn’t work, although I know nothing about the dog version of the birds and bees. I mean, he’s thelastperson who should be questioning that.”
I agreed, but if I did so aloud, I was afraid I’d tell her I wanted to test it out with him. Which I kinda did.
“Oh, I can tell you that the size thing isnotan issue,” Bridget commented. Mallory raised her hand and they high fived.
“See? No size issue. The guy’s a normal idiot who has the hots for you. Maybe he’s like the boy in elementary school who tugs on a girl’s braids and pisses her off because he likes her.”
“That never made sense to me,” Bridget replied.
“Me neither, but maybe this was Daniel pulling your braid.” She took a sip of her drink, then continued. “There’s nothing wrong with a fling, Melly. Or more than a fling.”
“I have to pee.” I stood, held onto the table until the room stopped spinning a little. They had men who loved them and gave them lots of sex. I felt a little more alone than before I walked in. And I didn’t have any resolution on what to do about Daniel Pearson. Which meant I wouldn’t do anything. I never did anything. Because a fling? That’s what my mother wanted me to have with Creepy Carl when I turned eighteen. If I had a fling now and the town knew about it, it would be the start of the slippery slope to beingValerie Price’s daughter.“How much wine have I had?”
“Not too much. You still remember his name,” Mallory reminded. “And his dick.”
“Daniel,” I said, walking toward the bathrooms. “Daniel and his dick.”
There was a line for the ladies’ room. As I waited, I decided I should tell him off. Maybe it was liquid courage or maybe… no, it was the wine. I pulled my cell out and found his number. The one he’d entered earlier instead of Danny’s.
It rang, then his gruff voice said, “Melly.”
And my panties literally melted.
“Earl proved you wrong,” I told him instead of saying hello. “Big and small works.”
I went there.
There was silence and I pulled the phone away from my head to see if he’d hung up. “Yes, it did.”
“Then is your issue a human thing? You’re big. I’m small. You don’t think you could get your dick inside me?”
The ladies in front and behind me in line looked my way with intrigued looks. I winced and whisperedsorryto them. They didn’t seem all that bothered.
“Um, what did you say?” It was possible I stumped him, but I had a feeling he wasn’t expecting me to say the word dick. It kinda surprised me, too.
“You heard me,” I snapped.
“I know I can get my dick in you, Melly. It’ll be a real snug fit, but that’s what will make it so good.”
I got hot all over and I fanned myself with my free hand.
“But you don’t want to,” I countered. “Put your dick in me, I mean.”
