Page 54 of Undone, Love Times Three

My dick stirs as I remember that night. The silken skin, her wet mouth on my dick.

The knock on the window startles the shit out of me and I bang my head on the back of the seat. Blue is looking in at me with an amused expression. Fuck. I unlock the doors, and she gets in.

She is wearing tight black leggings with sneakers and a plain white T-shirt with a waist-length jacket. She hasn’t dressed for a date. It works out well for what I have planned.

After leaving Robbie, I went home and changed into workout gear too.

“Thinking about me?” she asks. Her eyes lower to my lap.

Her throaty laugh is not making this any better. It’s best not to comment. The burning in my cheeks and the bulge in my pants tells her all she needs to know.

“Where are we going?” she changes the subject.

“How do you feel about physical activities?”

“The naked kind,” she arches a brow.

“Get your mind out of the gutter.”

Her laugh makes all the nerve endings in my body fire at once. I look her over and our eyes meet. “We’re going rock climbing.”

Her brows arch and I expect her to say, ‘hell no’. It’s not a typical date activity. I’ve got a back-up plan if she isn’t down for it. Deep down, I know this woman likes adventure, and she doesn’t disappoint.

We climb for two hours. She’s never done it before but gets the hang of it and after some brief tuition from a trainer and then with my guidance, she’s scaling some of the harder walls at the indoor mountain climbing place.

Afterwards, I take her to my favorite taco truck. It’s a static truck, with no wheels that is an established business with its own seating area.

We talk about growing up, how not so different our childhoods were despite our economic differences. Blue talks about theHideaway and how it’s been a huge part of their family for decades, I get lost in the intensity and pride. Losing that bar would kill not just her, but her whole family.

I’m surprised when she asks about my divorce, but she is so easy to talk to, inquisitive but not intrusive. I tell her snippets, not wanting my ex-wife to be a part of whatever is between Blue and me.

“What about you?” I ask carefully. “Ever been married?”

She laughs. “Married, no.” Her smile fades a little. “But I’m no stranger to broken relationships.”

I’m dying to ask her what that means.

“I’ve trusted and fallen and been hurt, more than once.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I came out the other side without too many scars,” she frowns at the tabletop, picking at the small cardboard float her taco came in. “Not all men are assholes. But in a sea of a million people, very few ever find their soulmate.”

“You sound like you’ve lost hope.”

“No,” she looks back up at me. “I just don’t believe everyone finds their one true love in their lifetime. And that is fine with me. The only person who can bring me true happiness and peace, is me.”

That’s a sad way of looking at life. Someone really hurt her, skewed how she feels about falling in love. In some ways she is right. I never thought I’d be a divorced man before I hit forty. Lauren was supposed to be my one true love. My soulmate.

It’s getting dark and Blue shivers. We toss our trash and get back into the car.

“Where to now?” she asks.

Thank God she didn’t ask for me to take her home. Things got heavy. I want to lighten them again, to take that faraway look she hasn’t realized she showed me, out of her eyes. “My place?”

Changes

Adele

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