Page 103 of Just One of the Groomsmen
While she checked out the day’s schedule, Addie relived last night in her mind. Tucker feeling her up in the bar; she and Tucker ripping each other’s clothes off; sex and ice cream and a movie and waking up to more sex and breakfast andgah…
Happiness filled her up, head to toe.
We slept together and it wasn’t weird and we’re better than okay, and maybe…
She was almost scared to think it, as if that might summon some unforeseen issue.
But they’d been friends for a lifetime, and last night was amazing, so she went ahead and let herself finish the thought.
Maybe this could turn into a whole lot more.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Tucker had looked at two different boats, and he answered Tula Brigg’s question about whether she could force the town to give her a new address, considering high school kids were always posting pictures in front of hers: 69 Ultimate Court.
At first she was flattered, thinking they were showing off her beautiful floral landscaping on those “instachat snap things” to all their friends, but then her neighbor Gertie told her why—apparently because she was jealousherflowers never did as well—and now Tula wanted her address changed ASAP.
When he’d told her he couldn’t change an address because it was, well, a set place on the earth, she muttered “and they say you’re a good lawyer” before storming off.
From there he’d picked up supplies from the local hardware store to complete the boat repair jobs he’d taken on, and while he was in there, the owner asked if he would take a peek at his lease agreement and find some wiggle room so he could move the store to a different location, one that wasn’t so “damned expensive.”
By the time Tucker pushed into the diner, it felt like it’d been hours since breakfast.
He inhaled the mouthwatering aroma of food on the grill, and since he had Flash in tow and he was hardly a well-behaved dog, he headed to the patio area to find a table.
He momentarily worried having lunch with Addie would get tongues wagging, but considering they’d eaten enough hamburgers and fries at the diner to feed an army through the years, he realized he was being ridiculous.
After how well things went last night, he was thinking that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad for people to know. Let them talk.
Plenty would claim they always knew he and Addie would happen, even though neither one of them had.
A grin spread across his face as he thought about Flash stealing that sheet from her. Surges of heat immediately followed, as the image of her naked and in the middle of the houseboat cabin popped into his mind.
Then he was thinking of her naked and underneath him, her dark hair spread out on the pillow.
The sounds she’d made. The way she kissed.
And that was only the start of the amazingness.
Last night he’d felt deeper things than he’d ever felt with anyone before, and the fact that afterward they could alternate between laughing and talking and cuddling and kissing while they watched a movie made it even more amazing.
It was everything he didn’t even know he was looking for and more.
Could we really have it all? An amazing easy friendship on top of a passionate, ridiculously fun relationship?
Eventually he’d need to find a long-term place to live, but that would require fully establishing his business. He wasn’t sure how long he could run a law office out of his houseboat, although that would certainly help cut overhead.
And when he and Addie wanted to have some fun without bumping and bruising themselves along the way, they could go to her place.
“They said you were out here.” Addie bent over and ruffled Flash’s fur. “I assume that’s because this guy can’t behave?”
Tucker’s gaze lingered on Addie’s ass, right there in front of his face, and it seemed a shame not to do something about that. He glanced around, and when the coast was clear, he gave it a quick pinch, gratified when she squealed.
“I guess neither one of us can behave.” He pushed out the chair next to his with his foot, and after she settled into it, he squeezed her knee under the table. “Did you get in trouble for bein’ late?”
“I got a lecture that I would’ve gotten for one reason or another. You’d be so proud of me, though. I was so happy I just let it roll right off me.”
He dragged his thumb across her knee. “I’m happy, too.”
