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Heat replaces the sour feeling and my breath trembles out of me when he lets me go.

What was that?

I want more.

In the beginning, I didn’t want to come out here with him, but now that we’re done, I don’t want him to go.

I catch a glimpse of Dad’s truck coming up the lane.

“Hey Blue?” I pause next to the exit.

He stops, his glacier eyes resting on me.

Like he did earlier, I grab his wrist as my other hand shoves down into my pants.

Then I pull it out and make a show of wiping my wet fingers on his, flashing him a wide smile. “To keep you from flirting with anyoneelse.”

I don’t look back, but I canhear him laugh.

Chapter Eleven

Blue

I can still smellher on my palm. She’s driving me absolutely crazy.

Maybe I should just pick one hell of a fight with Clay, so I can get rid of this nagging sense of guilt about giving her what she wants.

Hell, who am I kidding?

I want her just as bad.

What a shithole situation.

The saying has always been that the fastest way between two friends is money. My guess is that fucking their daughter ranks pretty damn high on that list, too.

Is that all I want though?

Just a night?

Twice I’ve had her pussy juice on my hand, and I haven’t even kissed her.

She keeps me on my toes. Can I really just “one and done” her?

I’m not in the habit of trying to break hearts. It’s why I never want to commit, and try to make it clear from the beginning that it’s short term.

All for fun.

But I see how happy Mason and Dixon are.

Even Ford seems to have found someone. I never expected that to happen.

Our little wild bunch is all settling down.

I always swore Dixon was going to be a confirmed bachelor. He was so tied into his work, I never thought he’d find someone to settle down with.

And Clay has cried in his beer to me many times about his wife, how much he misses her, how he wishes he had more time.

I know he was devastated when she died, just like Mason when Carolyn was killed.

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