Sierra looked at Honey. “How did you meet Sean?”
“Oh, we knew each other, but Sean didn’t remember me at first.” She dimpled and took a sip of her drink. “I used to date his brother Dylan. Yep, Sam’s husband. Anyway, I was up on a ladder stringing lights for the Fourth of July and a bird was dive-bombing me. I lost my grip and dropped into Sean’s arms. Literally.”
Sierra laughed. “A promising beginning. Was it love at first sight?”
“More like lust,” Honey said. “We were supposed to only have a two-week fling and then I was leaving town for another rodeo. I’m a barrel racer.”
“I take it you didn’t leave.”
“Nope. I broke my arm during my race and the rest is history.”
Lust at first sight. That sounded familiar. And now they were married. Happily, if what she’d heard was true. She could guarantee that if she did have a fling with Connor that’s not how it would end up. Hell, she didn’t want to get serious, much less get married again. Maybe she would someday but she hadn’t been divorced long enough to even consider wanting to marry again. Besides, she couldn’t imagine opening herself up enough to marry anyone.
But she couldn’t deny she wanted Connor. Couldn’t stop thinking about him or what being with him had been like. If they did get together would it be that good again? Or was she idealizing the only one-night stand she’d ever had?
