As was the quick, dirty bathroom counter sex in the jet’s bathroom on the way here this afternoon. But. I’m a human heterosexual man. Detached or not, I’m not going to turn down sex with her. Ever. For the first time, I cannot imagine getting bored with one woman. With this woman. Because sheisbeyond hot.
And funny and smart and thoughtful and because I lo…
Oh, hell. I am a dead man.
40
JANIE
“Are you sure he’s going to make it in time?” Steven yells over to me from his tree a few feet away.
“He’s landing now!” I yell back, knowing the whole town is hoping my husband will make it. He promised he would, after days traveling to and from Clark Industries interests along the west coast.
It’s not just about the activity itself, it’s about the added press Juniper Falls will get if Ben’s involved. No one has come out and said so, but I get the feeling the tourism numbers are down. Without the tourism from September to December, the town can’t survive.
“Please tell me you have had sex with him,” Harper says beside me.
“Shouldn’t you be manning a Juniper trunk like the rest of us?”
“You know we won’t start until your man is here.”
I nod, “You have a point.”
“And? Have you caved?” Her big eyes are so full of hope I have to look away.
“I have.”
“I knew it!”
I slump and admit the truth, “I couldn’t take it anymore. One of his exes was trying to feel him up at the ball last week and I lost it. Snapped like this,” I take a twig from the ground and snap it in half.
“You’re only human,” She says.
“Exactly!”
She squeals, “Now tell me how it was!”
I glare at her, “How do you think it was?”
“I think you’ll never be the same.”
“Ugh, you’re so right.” She squeals again until I add, “Years from now when I’m single and sitting at The Roasted Chestnut and he’s married to some foreign princess, I’m going to remember last wekk.”
Harper deflates like an inflatable snowman at the end of the season. “Single? You’re still planning on the divorce?”
“Of course.”
“Janieeee, c’mon, you like him, admit it.”
I sigh, “Yes, I like him. But this can’t last, we all know it. He’s going to jet set all over the world with some royal skank and I’ll be happy at home with my spreadsheets and routines and Gran and hey, at least no more terrifying text messages, right?”
“Royal skank, huh? Yeah, you’re totally fine with that.”
“Okay,” I wince, “that was the jealousy talking. I’m sure his future wife will be…lovely.” I start coughing.
“Suuure.”
“I’m not changing my mind so let’s talk about something else.”
