Page 65 of Three Sweet Nothings (The Blindfold Club)

“You had plenty of friends at Randhurst. You didn’t keep in touch with any of them? I think Clarissa and Justin live here in River North.”

His expression said I was missing the obvious. The realization took shape. Oh, no.

“I got all of our friends in the divorce.” It was meant to be a joke, but it fell flat.

“You did.” He said it casually and free of blame, but wasn’t it mine? When word got out to our circle of friends what had happened, they’d rallied behind me.

I felt like dirt. “I’m sorry.”

“How are they?” he asked. “Did Greg ever grow a pair and break up with . . . what was her name?”

“Christina, and sort of. He got another girl pregnant.”

“No shit, really?”

“Yeah. I don’t know when he found time to cheat on Christina with how controlling she was. Not that I condone that sort of thing, but that girl was a fucking psycho.”

Kyle chuckled. “Truth. And . . . what about Leslie?”

“Oh, she’s a lesbian now.”

His eyes went enormous. “Really?”

“No, not really.” I laughed. “Actually, I have no idea what she’s up to now. After that night, we didn’t talk much, and I guess she wasn’t doing well in school, because she didn’t come back the following year.”

“Oh.” He gazed at me, and his eyes seemed to sharpen with curiosity. “We never talked about that night.”

My tone was playful sarcasm. “But we’re such great communicators.”

“Any regrets?”

I swallowed a breath, and felt brave. “Just that she fell asleep on us before we got to the good part.”

He grinned and shook his head with pleasant disbelief. “You’re something else, you know that?” He skimmed his fingertips over my cheek, curled his hand in my hair, and dragged me into his lap. We were naked, only the covers on his lap between us, as his lips found mine.

His closed mouth pressed tight but he adjusted the angle, and the kiss began to gather steam. His lips parted. His sweet, soft tongue sought mine, encouraging me. I fell deeper into him. What had started out as a simple meeting of mouths escalated into something fiery and passionate.

Oh, holy motherfucking hell.

I clasped the sides of his face, swept up in our desire. His hands were all over me. They caressed down my back, banded around me, and pulled me tight to him. We were breathless from the heat generated between us.

Inside my head I was rejoicing, and screaming at myself. This kiss was a beautiful nightmare, because it felt like it was filled with love. Was what we were doing right now breaching our agreement?

He must have had a similar thought, because abruptly the kiss was over. Kyle turned his head and cast his gaze to the edge of the bed, his chest rising and falling with his hurried breaths. “Okay, time to go.”

“Yup.” I scrambled off him in total agreement. Every second I remained with him was more dangerous than the last.

It was twenty-five degrees outside, but my kitchen was sweltering. My oven had poor circulation, so to cook the macarons evenly, I had to prop the door open with a wooden spoon. It had driven Grant from the room, which was a help. He was a big guy and took up a lot of room in my tiny workspace.

“How is it now,” I yelled around the corner to where he was sitting in my living room, “at work with Morgan?”

He paused whatever he was watching on my television. “She’s kept it professional.”

“What do you feel like ordering for dinner? Thai? Pizza?”

“Pizza, hey?”

I smiled knowingly. Grant would eat pizza for every meal if he could. The plan was to eat dinner while I baked, and then meet some of our friends for drinks. We were going to celebrate his re-release into the wild as a single male. As I was the only other single in our group, I joked I’d be his wingman and show him the ropes.

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