“I’m guessing it was good then?” Montana asked as she took the seat beside me and leaned in, like this was a dirty little secret we were sharing.
I guess it was in a way.
I made out with the enemy, after all.
“Of course. It figures, right? The man I despise is hot as hell, and let me tell you, he’s packing the goods.”
Blakely clapped her hands together. “How do you know? And did he find out about what you’d told Julia?”
“He sure did. He came barreling over to the guesthouse to give me a piece of his mind, and instead, I climbed the man like a tree.”
“Oh, this was more than just a kiss?” Montana said, then turned her attention to Blakely, who groaned, moved to her feet, and stormed out the door.
“Where is she going?” I asked.
“You’ll see,” my bestie said with a playful grin on her face.
Blakely soon returned and handed Montana ten bucks. “I did not see it going down this quickly.”
“‘Going down’? No one went down. Though I’m sure the man would do magical things with that mouth of his,” I said with a laugh. “Why are you paying her?”
“We had a bet that you and Charlie would hook up before the end of the month.” Montana shrugged, tucking the money in her pocket.
“Well, it was a one and done. He already annoyed me this morning when I went over to cook some eggs before work.”
“You sure spend a lot of time over there.” Blakely pursed her lips like she’d just put me in my place.
“I have no oven.” I tossed my hands in the air.
“Please,” Montana said. “You live on Skittles and pizza rolls. You hardly need an oven. Now you’re cooking two meals a day at the Huxleys’, like you’re Martha freaking Stewart.”
“I think you want to bone big bad Charlie,” Blakely said over a fit of laughter.
I shook my head with disbelief. “We can’t stand one another. It was a buildup of sexual frustration that we worked out in one epic make-out session.”
“You know attraction doesn’t just usually fizzle that easily,” Blakely said. “I mean, if the make-out session had been a disappointment, or an epic fail—sure, I’d buy the ‘one and done’ idea. But I don’t think that’s the case here.”
“Agreed. You could always just have one of those flings where you just get it out of your system,” my best friend said, as if she’d invented the idea.
“No way. We aren’t going there. The man is still renovating my home, and I’m living in his backyard. What if he got attached? I can’t risk it.” I chuckled.
“It’s Charlie. He doesn’t seem like the clingy type,” Montana said. “I think you’re afraid thatyoumight get attached. Would that really be the worst thing in the world?”
I rolled my eyes before popping a few Skittles in my mouth and then glancing down at my phone when it vibrated. I read the text and held my phone up for them to read it.
Sexy Tourist Brayden: Hey there, beautiful. Are we still on for dinner tonight?
“Oh, yes. The lawyer from Boston. I forgot about him,” Blakely said, clapping her hands together. “You said he was very charming.”
“He was.” I grinned at her before typing a response.
“Well, he is persistent. I’ll give him that,” Montana said.
Me: Yes. I’ll meet you at Sonny’s Ranch House at 6pm?
Sexy Tourist Brayden: Are you sure I can’t pick you up?
Me: I’m sure. I’ll see you there.
