From the Author
"As driven snow?" I say without thinking.
He laughs like he means it and I'm warm again. His laugh is just fluid and naughty and genuine. "Just about."
I want him. Tonight is about getting back out into the thick of things. But what would it hurt to be sure he's not The Nathan Ellis? I can relax and end the flirtation to take him home or he takes me to his place. My head and gut wars against each other on the right course of action, because what I do next can pretty much make or break my chances of getting laid.
But it'll be worth it.
I take a drink for fortitude. The way he watches my throat bob as I swallow tightens my stomach with need. He can't be him. He can't. I drag my tongue over my lip to catch any wayward moisture. His lids grow hooded with the action. For a moment all we do is hold each other's gaze, both knowing what we want to happen next. My mind flashes to us skin to skin, mouth to mouth, as we grind into each other.
The image is so vivid I almost swallow the question, but he blinks then I do.
The spell is broken.
"Nathan Ellis, right?" I ask in a rush just to get it out of the way.
"Yeah." His eyes narrow in suspicion.
Air refuses to filter into my lungs. I'd prepared for the 'no.' I'd even had my mental chuckle ready to poke fun at my over-enthusiastic imagination.
But, no, I've been practically shoving my goods into The Nathan Ellis's face.
I read a book once and the heroine uses the word demarcation. It's a good word. A solid one, but in real life there isn't much use for it. His confirmation digs a trench between us. My hand closes around the glass and I have to inhale to keep from throwing the liquor in his face.
I know the anger pulsing in my chest is irrational. The smart thing to do is walk away and let it be. But Loraine...She's the one who taught me how to take life by the horns and ride that shit for all its worth. So, yeah, it's ironic he's the reason I've curled into myself for the last nine months unable to do much else but work, go to grief support and sleep.
He's not the reason she decided--Loraine told me on her death bed the only thing she wished she could take back was dating Nate.
That's all that matters as blood seems to pound in my head. Yeah. Rational takes aback-fucking-seat. Three months of her life she wasted with him.Three months I wish I could take from my own and give them to her so she could re-live them. So she could--be alive.
She may not be here, but I'm officially standing in Loraine's place.
What would Loraine do? What does almost every woman want to do when their ex, their first, fucks them over?
I inhale then smile. Payback is a bitch and tonight her name is Robyn.
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