you? Last I heard, you were bragging about going to college on a football scholarship. You were going to be a pro player.”
He hesitated. “Well, you know. Things don't always work out the way we planned. My best buddy, Jayce, joined the fire department. He said it'd be cool if we worked together. And that was pretty much that.”
We followed the trail around the house, all the way back to his RV. Maybe I was crazy, but I didn't want him to go just yet.
I'd felt so alone since Rich abandoned me almost three months ago. Since that day he came to see me and I broke the news: he'd gotten me pregnant.
He wasn't happy, to put it mildly. He had some news of his own for me.
He was a married man. Yes, he'd been cheating on his wife with me but now, he wanted nothing to do with me – or the baby – ever again.
And that was the last I heard from him.
“You should probably call that tow truck, huh?”
“Oh. Yeah.” I fished my phone out of my pocket. “Thanks again for the lift. Guess I'll probably see you around town if you're gonna be staying for a while.”
“I sure hope so.”
My heart drummed loudly as he came closer. He stood just a couple of feet away, near enough for me to feel his warmth even in this hundred-degree heat. His deep blue eyes sparkled, the way they'd always done when he was about to cause trouble.
I wanted him, damn it. I wanted a good man to make love to me, to ease the pain of being abandoned when I needed help the most. Sex wouldn't make it all better. It would just help me forget for a little while.
Max was not a good man. Still, he was the sexiest guy I'd ever laid eyes on. Maybe right now, that was all I really needed.
“Like I said, if you really wanna thank me for my help, there are... ways.”
His gaze was too piercing to endure for long. “I don't know what you mean,” I said. Although I did, and he knew it, too.
“I'm still a bit ticked about you turning me down back then. I hate losing.”
“As if girls are a prize to be won.”
I dialed the garage with trembling fingers. He patiently waited for me to finish the call. This whole mess had me so rattled, I could barely tell the driver how to find my truck.
“At least tell me why you said no.”
I gaped at him. “Seriously? You were the biggest playboy in town, and everybody knew it. You slept with probably every girl in our senior class.”
“All except for you.” He grinned. “A shame. You're the one I wanted most of all.”
I resisted the urge to kick him in the crotch. “Whatever. How about your cheating on my best friend?”
“Who?”
“Becky Harmon.”
He puzzled over the name for a moment. “Doesn't ring a bell.”
“Of course it doesn't. With all the women you've screwed, remembering so many names must be a problem for you.”
“Ouch, that hurts.” He clutched his gut as if I'd punched him. “For the record, I didn't 'cheat' on your friend. I wasn't anyone's boyfriend. At best, I'm good for a quick fling. Commitment just isn't who I am.”
“So nice to see you're admitting your flaws. And you wonder why I wouldn't sleep with you?”
He stared at my chest again. The man was brazen, I'd give him that. Should have slapped him for being so rude.
Except I didn't quite mind being ogled like this. At least it was a reminder that someone still wanted me.
“You wouldn't back then.” He licked his lips. “How about now?”
“I don't know. Have you grown up, or are you still a reckless jackass who can't keep his penis in his pants?”
“The second one.”
“Then my answer is no.”
He groaned. “What the hell's the problem? It's just sex. I need to get laid, and it's clear as day you want me too.”
I could not believe we were having this conversation. And here I thought I'd be in for a day of picking vegetables and sweeping out the chicken coop.
“You're unbelievable. You think I want you?”
His wicked stare sent shivers up my back. Only a man as handsome as him had a right to be so
Jean-Marie Blas de Robles