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Chapter 11

“Holy shit,” Bailey said the next day as Taylor recounted her date with Mason. “You went back to his place and slept with him? Hot damn, girl! How was he?”

Taylor blushed and took a sip of her chocolate milkshake. “Good—amazing. It makes me wonder why I wasted so much time with what’s-his-name.”

“Truth,” Bailey said, brushing her blonde hair behind one ear, her tiny silver hoops glinting in the sunlight. “I told you months ago to break up with Eric when his drinking got worse and worse.”

“I should’ve,” Taylor agreed. “I just never realized what I was missing—both in and out of the bedroom, apparently.”

“So, I guess a second date isn’t out of the question.”

Taylor giggled. “Nope. We haven’t exactly set anything up yet though. Mason drove me home after dinner last night since he has to work today. We ended up just getting Chinese carryout. He was worried about leaving me alone at my apartment with Eric still lingering around.”

“He’s sweet,” Bailey said. “And I’m worried, too. Showing up in the middle of the night at your place is escalating things to the nth degree. I mean before he claimed he wanted to talk or what not, but this? You don’t barge into an ex-girlfriend’s place at three a.m.”

Taylor shuddered. “I haven’t heard from him since. And Mason tried calling that jerk friend of his about my car.”

“Which you still don’t have,” Bailey needlessly pointed out.

“He claims the part they need is coming this week. If it doesn’t, I think Mason is ready to just have it towed somewhere else.”

“Damn. He’s hot, he’s protective, he’s a freaking Navy SEAL, and he’s apparently amazing in bed. Lock that one down quick, girl.”

“I don’t think he’s going anywhere. Some guys just want to get into your pants, but Mason? He wouldn’t be showing up to get rid of Eric or calling about my car if he was just a one-night-stand kind of guy.”

“Absolutely not. And the picnic on the beach for your first date? That’s so romantic. Where can I find one of these SEALs?”

Taylor chuckled. “Come work at Anchors with me. The place is always filled with Navy men.”

“That’s a hell to the no,” Bailey said with a laugh. “I’m done with waitressing—no offense.”

“They have bartenders there, too,” she said. “Imagine how much fun we’d have working together over there.”

“I know, but the tips are awesome where I’m at, and I have the schedule I want. When you’re new, you never get a say in your shifts. Besides, there’s no need to change jobs. Not when my best friend can introduce me to her boyfriend’s Navy buddies.”

“What happened to that guy Bryan? I know you just started dating, but I thought it was going well.”

“It’s not going at all—he couldn’t get it up.”

Taylor nearly choked on her milkshake “It? As in you slept together?”

“Sleeping is all that happened. I did a little striptease for him, he took off his boxers, and nada. I was standing there in my sexy new lingerie, and he couldn’t perform. Like at all.”

“Well that’s unexpected.”

“To say the least. He said we’d try again another time.”

“Try again?” Taylor asked with a giggle. “Like there’s a chance his equipment won’t work then either? Maybe he was nervous.”

Bailey shrugged. “Let’s just say that was the first and last striptease he’s going to get from me. Aside from things in the bedroom not exactly working out, he started acting like he had all these other women wanting to date him.”

“So what, you broke up?”

“I told him it wasn’t working out. He left, and I took an amazing bubble bath. Alone.”

“Well shoot. I thought we could double-date or something if things work out with Mason.”

“They will,” Bailey assured her. “And yes to the double date. Just let me know which one of those delicious-looking men you’ll be introducing me to. I’ll be wearing my sexy little lingerie beneath my outfit and ensure the night has a very happy ending.”

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