Miles:Oh shit, Xander. How can you spill the beans like this? My sister is going to rip you a new one.
Xander: In my defense, I’ve been taking care of my woman, and my brain might not be functioning properly on little to no sleep.
I chuckle at Xander’s text. I can picture him following Rain around, taking care of her day and night. He’s head over heels for her.
Miles: Congrats, man. I’m happy for you both.
Miles: Anyway, happy Friday everyone! See you all later.
With zero desire to head to the bar, I head to the Rustic Spoon instead. I need a solid meal, then I’m crashing in my bed.
Alone.
Still thinking about Penny fucking Levine.
Chapter 3
Penny
I’m getting really fucking tired of thinking about Miles MacAllister.
Which is unfortunate, considering I spend close to three hours a day alone with my thoughts on the drive between Charlotte and Azalea Creek.
I’ve never minded driving, though. It’s just another adult responsibility, something to check offbetween emails, meetings, and making sure other people don’t lose millions of dollars.
But lately, this back-and-forth is starting to wear on me. The days are getting shorter, the nights are colder, and by the time I make it back to my apartment, it’s so dark all I want to do is crawl into bed and pretend I don’t have to do it all over again the next morning.
And yet, somehow, that’s not even the worst part.
It’s him.
It’s been a week since we broke ground, and I’ve fallen into this ridiculous routine—wake up, drive, work, get annoyed because I can’t stop looking at him, drive back, eat, sleep, repeat—and as much as I usually thrive on structure, this one is getting old. Fast.
Old.
Mierda. I hate that word.
I’ve never had an issue with being thirty-five before. Not once. But now I don’t know if it’s the routine, the lack of a social life, or the fact that I had the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life with a man who now acts like it never happened, but something feels… off.
And I really don’t like it.
Not even a little bit.
And Miles being five years younger than me has nothing to do with it. Absolutely nothing.
I’ve always been a confident bitch, and one orgasm is not going to undo that. It’s not like I’ve suddenly lost my mind over a one-night stand.
…Right?
I let out a long breath as I hit the button clipped to my sun visor. The garage door groans to life, then jerks crooked when it catches on a stray pebble in the track.
A laugh bubbles out of my lips, and I close my eyes, tilting my head back.Río para no llorar, like Mami says.
Once the door is fully open, I let the car roll down the ramp.
Mami.
I haven’t spoken to her in a couple of weeks, but it feels like an eternity. She’s my best friend.
