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Because if he’d touched herat allhe would have pressed her up against the side of the house, put his hand down the front of the shorts she’d changed into for the drive home, and checked to see if she was wet for him even after getting off with her vibrator.
He’d resisted. Barely.
Then he’d spent the next three weeks on edge, bracing himself for the moment when their crazy hometown would lock them in a room together, or sign them up for some project together, or come up with some other way to get them alone together for more than ten minutes.
He figured that was about how long he’d be able to resist saying or doing something really fucking stupid.
Like telling her fuck it, he didn’t care if she left in a year, or a month, or a week. He had to have her again.
But nothing had happened.
No one had set them up. They hadn’t even been left alone in his mother’s kitchen together when Becca had stopped by to pick up cookies for some teacher appreciation something-or-other at school. He’d met her on her way out and had held the door for her as she gave him a wobbly smile.
That was it. His mother hadn’t eventriedto get him inside while Becca was there.
They’d been at Ellie’s together twice and Ellie hadn’t asked him to go into the storeroom to grab something on a high shelf and then sent Becca in after him. Cora hadn’t come up with a reason for him to follow Becca out to the parking lot when she’d left.
She’d gone out with her friends to the bar in Bad two weekends ago and no one had called to ask him to come get her. Or to intercede when another guy got too flirty. Or even just to join them.
He’d gone fishing with his buddies last weekend and when he’d sliced his finger open, they’d just bandaged him up. No one had sent Becca over to help him make dinner since he was one-handed or to re-dress the wound.
Nothing.
All of those missed opportunities for their friends and family to throw them together. But no one had done a damned thing.
And that was making him itchy too.
Being around Becca made him antsy. Butnotbeing around her felt…wrong.
Had they been wrong about the matchmaking? Was thatnotwhat had been going on?
Or hadtheirplan already worked? When he’d brought her home from the wedding reception and dropped her at her mom and dad’s, had everyone gotten the message?
Maybe believing that he and Becca were only friends was easier than he’d thought.
He was in the B and B’s driveway loading up the lawnmower when he heard the front door at the Bollier house slam. He looked over and straightened when he saw Becca stomp out onto the porch and brace her hands on the railing, staring out at the yard.
She looked upset.
Well… shit.
Why was she home? It was Friday morning at nine a.m. She should be at school.
He immediately started in her direction.
“Bec?” he called when he got close.
She looked over and straightened. She swiped at her cheeks. “Oh, hey.”
Hell. She’d been crying.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing. I’m fine.”
“Why aren’t you at school?” He stopped in the grass in front of where she was standing at the porch railing.
“First day of fall break. We have today and Monday off.”
