Page 13 of A Summer to Claim Her Cowboy

“She’s a virgin.”

“For fuck’s sake.”

“I know. I don’t know what she’s waiting for. But then, maybe there’s something to that. Because all I have is a history of mediocre sex. And now it’s sabotaged my relationship.”

A lie.She’dsabotaged a relationship. The fact that she was hung up on another man had sabotaged her relationship.

“Here’s what I know,” said Walker. “If a man can’t make a woman come, that’s his problem. All right? Him blaming you is some bullshit. Good sex isn’t rocket science.”

“It isn’t?”

That was a genuine question, because honestly it felt a little bit like rocket science to her. She wasn’tdeliberatelyholding herself back from satisfaction during sex.

But you are holding back pieces of yourself.

“No,” he said. “First of all, rocket science sounds like boring ass shit. Sex is not boring.”

“I mean, sometimes I find it boring,” she said. “There’s whole constellations in my textured ceiling that I have memorized because sometimes it’s more interesting than what’s going on in bed.”

“Honest to God,” he said. “That’s... What a fucking waste.”

“Of what?”

“Sex,”he said.

He looked a little bit offended.

“Well,”she said. “Sorry. Definitely not intending to waste sex.”

“It’s a commodity. A pretty precious one at that.”

“Bleh. I’m kind of over it.”

“Because your boyfriend is a dick. You’re better off without him.”

“Younever liked him,” she said.

“I don’t think he ever likedme.”

It was true. She ground her back teeth together. And it was kind of fair. Because when that final stroke had fallen on their relationship, the last thing he’d done was point out the truth she was trying to hide, even from herself. That herissuewas she was hung up on Walker. Well, he’d said it even meaner than that. He’d said if she wanted towork her daddy issues out on the old man that she spent all her time panting after, maybe they needed to be separated.

And while she did not think she haddaddyissues—her dad was great, thanks—she did have aWalkerissue.

The worst part about Chad was he was right. He’d broken up with her because she wasn’t as in love with him as she ought to be, and he wasn’t wrong.

“He didn’t,” she confirmed.

“Really? And why didn’t he like me?”

“You just said he didn’t,” she said, taking a bite of bread. “Like you knew already.”

“Yeah, because I got that feeling, but I didn’t know it was a discussed thing.”

“It came up today.”

“Why?”

She took another deliberate bite of her bread. Because if she was going to do it... God help her.

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