“Freaked out? No.”
Stevie snorted.
“I wasn’t freaked,” he assured her. “Obsessed, maybe.”
And he hadn’t meant to saythateither.
Her eyes narrowed. “Obsessed?”
Stone nodded, considering his words carefully. This was a touchy subject. Not the threesome part, but the fact he’d left town. He wanted to give her an explanation that made sense.
Unfortunately, he didn’t have one.
“It was all I could think about for two days after,” he admitted.
Her eyes shifted over his face, but he couldn’t read what she was thinking. “What made it different than all the other times you’d done it?”
He couldn’t blame her for thinking that. He’d had a reputation for screwing pretty much anyone back in the day.
“That’s the only time I’d ever done somethin’ like that.”
“Really?” She snorted again. “The town playboy never shared his girlfriend with another guy?”
He pretended not to hear the utter disgust that dripped from every word.
“You’re the only girlfriend I’ve ever had.”
Her eyes widened. She obviously noticed that he wasn’t referring to past tense. It was true. He’d never had a girlfriend before or after her. Yeah, he’d had some ongoing sexual relationships with women, but nothing serious. He’d never made any promises or claimed he would be monogamous. Only with Stevie.
“What about boyfriends?”
“Never had one of those either.”
“But you’ve been with other men? Since you left, I mean.”
“Yes.” He wasn’t going to lie to her.
“Have you had any more threesomes?”
“No.”
“Why?”
Stone chuckled.
Stevie looked frustrated. “What?”
“I didn’t prepare myself to have this conversation with you today.”
“That’s a good thing. Now I know you’ll tell me the truth.”
“I’ve always told you the truth.”
Her eyebrows shot skyward. “I distinctly remember you tellin’ me you’d call and you’d see me the next time you came into town.”
“You’re right. I did say that.”
“So you lied.”
