“By drinking and partying every night?” she says. “He hasn’t changed since high school. That’s the problem.”
I frown. “Well, he’s going to have to pretty darn quick. Talk to him again.”
“I will. I just have no idea what to do. My daddy’s going to be devastated. You know how traditional he is.” She sighs. “We’ll have to get married.”
I whip my head over to her. “Gin, are you sure that’s what you want? I know you love Dave, but you don’t need to force a marriage if you’re not ready.”
“But I want to marry the father of my child,” she says. “That was always my plan.”
“I know. And sometimes men change when they marry,” I say encouragingly. “They grow up.”
At the loud splash, I look up at the two floats in front of us. One of them is now empty, and a sputtering Dave pops up out of the water. Still holding his beer.
“Good Lord.” Ginny shudders. “What have I gotten myself into?”
I reach over and grab her hand. “We’ll figure this out, honey. Don’t worry. It’ll be okay.”
The next day, as I organize the glasses and check the taps to make sure all is in order behind the bar, my mind wanders. I can’t focus on work.
I text Ginny to check in. Are you okay?
On my way over, she writes back.
While I wait for her to arrive, I scroll through the pictures on my phone from our trip to the river yesterday.
I smile at the photo of Logan looking at me when Ginny and I were teasing Dave for falling into the river. His mouth is tipped up the way it always gets when he’s trying not to laugh.
And his muscled chest—I had to look at him shirtless all day long. It was nearly enough to make me break my nine-months-long streak of celibacy.
Yes, I haven’t been with anyone since Logan.
Normally, he and I both move on quickly after we have our yearly fling. We start dating someone as fast as possible. It never lasts, but it helps break the feeling of missing each other.
But this year, I just couldn’t. I’ve stayed single this entire time, and while I can’t be sure, I haven’t seen Logan with any women at all.
And God, I just wanted to jump him yesterday.
I go back to checking the taps, but my mind is still on those photographs of my hot cowboy neighbor.
“Shit!”
I shake off my wet hands and frown as I look down at my shirt, which is now soaked with beer. Looks like I checked the tap for a little too long.
I leave the bar area and go to my office where I have a spare t-shirt hanging on the back of my chair.
Texas Y’all. I smile at the t-shirt design. This shirt always reminds me of Logan. More specifically, it reminds me of times we’ve gotten naked together.
I sigh as I whip off my wet t-shirt and replace it with the dry one.
Is it wrong that all I want is Logan’s hot lips on mine, his hands tangled in my hair, and his tongue in my mouth?
We should wait longer, considering we were together twice the last time. Hell, technically we should skip a year altogether. God, I don’t think I can do that.
The banging of the front door startles me out of my lust-filled thoughts. Before I can leave my office, Ginny walks in and drops into the chair behind my desk.
She points to the empty jail cell across from my desk. “Do you really think Jane Austen’s ghost had a lover in England?”
I laugh. “Gin, I don’t know. The whole story’s a fantasy. You know that.”
