“Time to spill the beans,” Georgia says.
I choke around my drink. “There are no beans to spill.”
“Then why do you look so happy?” Rylee points a finger in my face. “No one looks that happy unless they are having sex regularly.”
“Ugh,” Georgia whines. “Am I the only one not having sex then?”
“Gross.” I wince. “I do not want to think about who Rylee has sex with.”
“Hey, I made no mention of who I’m having sex with. Only that happy people look like you when theyarehaving sex,” Rylee clarifies.
“What they’re saying,” Presley interjects, “is we want to know who you’re seeing.”
“I told you, I can’t say anything about it. It’s new and I don’t want to jinx things.”
“That’s a cop-out,” Rylee says.
“No. I just…”
What, I’m dating my dad’s best friend and if anyone knew, things would come crashing down around us? That I’m probably falling in love with him? Hell, that I’m probablyalreadyin love with him? No, they wouldn’t understand.
“I’ve never had a good guy before. Between all the guys in high school and Max’s dad running out on us, I don’t want to make anything a bigger deal than it needs to be.”
It’s not a lie. I don’t know why I’ve never dated anyone who was worth it. I always settled, never demanding what I wanted. I let guys walk all over me.
It feels like the first time I’m in a real adult relationship. A man showing up when he says he will and taking care of me when I’m sick. Hell, he even won a stuffed tomato for my kid.
“If you don’t tell us now, you’re going to have to tell us soon, okay?” Presley insists. “As long as you’re happy and he treats you right.”
“He does,” I answer a little too quickly.
“Ugh. Don’t sound so happy about it.”
I throw my head back in laughter, taking another sip of my drink. “You know, there are plenty of eligible men here. We could always find one for you.”
Georgia rolls her eyes. “Just because I want good sex doesn’t mean I need a man.”
“A little hard to have it without one,” Rylee says.
“I mean I don’t need a relationship to have good sex.”
“But it does make it more fun,” Presley says. “God, I forgot how great sex is when you’re with someone you love.”
A dreamy look washes over her face. I’m happy she and Kade got back together. I’ve never seen her happier than she is now.
I wonder if that’s what I look like. It’s hard to remember a time when I felt this good.
“The only people here are people we went to high school with. No, thank you.”
“You could always go into Thistle Creek and see what’s out there,” Rylee says.
“And what would happen with my horses? I can’t leave them.”
“Georgia, if you’re more worried about your horses,” Rylee starts, “then that’s a problem.”
“So sue me. I love what I do.”
Georgia loves her job—being able to train the horses outat the ranch and run a therapy program for young kids. She’s amazing. She never likes to tell anyone she has her doctorate, but she’s a badass. Probably why no man stands a chance. They’re intimidated by her.
