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I had them there and they knew it. It didn’t matter. A relationship was impossible with an ocean between us. It wasn’t like we got to know each other much. I barely knew anything about him other than how he liked to dirty talk and what his cum tasted like. Sure, there was something between us. An amazing connection. A foundation, perhaps, but all we had right now was the same thing my mom had with her flings.
Sex. Not much conversation. A goodbye.
What I had on my own was sadness and a little heartache that he was gone.
IlikedDaniel Pearson and I wanted to like him even more.
I stood to leave because we could analyze my thing with Daniel for hours and nothing would change. I turned to the corner of the kitchen where I put Fred’s dog bed and where I left her at the beginning of the shower. “Where’s Fred?”
Eve and Mallory joined us in searching the lower floor, even searching in the bushes out front in case she slipped out at the end of the party. It was Bridget who found her in the pantry where she had pulled an apron off a hook and was using her paws to make a bed. “Nesting. I think she might be having babies at a baby shower,” Bridget said.
43
DANIEL
I wasin my rental car in the parking lot–or car park as it was called in the UK–staring at the sign through the heavy Scottish rain: MCGAVERNAL WHISKEY.
I’d been in the country for three days.
I walked the Royal Mile in Edinburgh.
I looked for Nessie at Loch Ness.
Now I was ready to sample some good whisky. But all I could think of was Melly. How she’d tell me some piece of trivia about Scottish history or the origins of the Nessie legend. She’d ensure I drove on the right side–or wrong side for me–of the road so I didn’t kill myself, which had been a close possibility a few times.
But it was the sign on the distillery that said WHISKY with no “E” that made me frown.
That made me want her.
I wanted Melly to be here, to see this with me. To try the “e”-less whisky with me. What was the point of doing it alone?
My dick would agree with that question. Not drinking whisky, but my dick had gotten used to Melly’s incredible pussy. Now all he was getting was my hand.
I was cranky.
I was alone.
For years, I wanted some alone time. Every parent equally craved and missed carpool and football practice and science fair projects and catching kids sneaking out. I was no exception. With family, they always seemed to butt in, to annoy the shit out of me. I had four brothers who–fuck, I thought of their faces as they stared in my front window at me and Melly.
They meddled.
Showed up unannounced at the house. Ate my food.
We even worked together.
I dealt with employees, a kid, family.
There was no alone.
I thought of Melly.
Shewas alone. Her dad, well, he wasn’t in the picture. Her grandmother was teaching in Europe and was rarely in Hunter Valley. Melly had said she’d moved in with her when she was eighteen, but I had to wonder if she was more of a permanent house sitter than anything else.
Then there was her mom.
What a piece of work!
And that douchebag who was with her.
