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Tanner only nods. He’s never been good at accepting praise for his good deeds.
“Wait, I have one other request,” Tanner says before they leave. “Can we keep this deal between us? I’d prefer to keep my name out of it.”
The couple eyes him curiously but they nod.
“We’ll just say an angel investor came in and saved the day.”
That’s not exactly what an angel investor is, but I don’t correct them.
We leave a huge tip for Kelly. My phone rings as soon as we step out into the warmth of a Georgia afternoon.
“This is Trace,” I say.
My assistant is on the other line. “Sir, the Talbott server crashed.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. So much for a relaxing day. I can’t even enjoy the good deed we did because I have to put out this stupid fire.
“Okay, walk me through what happened.”
As my assistant explains, I wave off the guys. They want to walk around Boone a bit, but I need to get back to the hotel.
“I’ll see you later,” I say. They nod and walk in the opposite direction.
Normally, I’d be excited to work because I love my job. Lately, though, I’ve been questioning my slavish devotion to work, and I know that has something to do with the beautiful Kendall Mitchell. She’s shown me that there’s more to life, and I appreciate her more each and every day.
20
Kendall
Icall Trudy’s number, but I only get her voicemail.
Ugh. I just want to talk to my friend, but she’s been MIA since the wedding. Plus, this is not a conversation I want to have via text because in fact, she still has no idea that I lost my virginity. I used to think Trudy would be the first person to know after it happened but now it’s been a full week and she’s completely in the dark.
Does that make me a bad friend?
No, I tell myself.You’ve tried to reach her.
I get that Trudy is busy being a wife. Getting married is a huge step, and I understand that she’s focusing on her husband. However, would it kill her to talk to her best friend for five minutes?
She leaves on her honeymoon in a few days. Will I even see her before she goes? I hate the thought that the next time we’re face to face, she’ll be tanned from three weeks in Europe. I don’t know if I’d even recognize her after being apart for so long. We’ve never spent more than a week without at least talking on the phone. If we don’t get together before the honeymoon, it’ll have been over a month since we last talked.
I shake the thought from my head. I’m probably just overreacting. Trudy is busy, but she hasn’t totally forgotten about me.
On cue, my phone chimes with a text.
“Can’t talk tonight,” it reads. “But want to see you! Are you free Friday?”
I type back that I’ll see her then. But Friday is two days away, and I’m dying to talk now. I was supposed to go see the guys tonight, but Trace is dealing with some work emergency, so they cancelled. Instead, I'm home alone wondering what the hell I’m doing having sex with three guys!
I turn on my TV, hoping to distract myself. Of course, the first thing I see is an X-rated scene. Now that I’ve had the real thing, I know that this is nothing like reality with the mindless pumping and fake moans. It’s a lot better than it looks on TV.
Flipping through the channels, I search desperately for something to watch. I land on the cooking channel, as I usually do, but it’s one of those stupid shows where they take you to a restaurant and tell you what you should order if you ever go there.
I turn off the TV, look at my bookshelf, and grab the first romance I see. I’ve already read it, but it’s been a while.
I settle on the couch and try to focus, but I’m thinking about Tag, Tanner, and Trace. They could be the stars of a romance, that’s for sure. They’re alpha and gorgeous and my female parts are wet and swollen just thinking about them.
Screw it, I’m not going to read anything tonight. My mind keeps returning to the guys. Do they miss me as much as I miss them?