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“You can’t know because we haven’t done it.”

“Fantastic. If we made love it would be fantastic.”

She laughed. “You think that because men think all sex is great. Even bad sex.”

“Not true.” Maybe she had a point. Was bad sex better than no sex? How the hell was he supposed to know that considering he hadn’t had sex at all—bad or good—in months?

“This is making me crazy.”

“What is?”

“The fact that I can’t tell anyone what’s really going on.”

Man, she was jumping all over the place today. “Why do you need to tell someone?”

“I need to talk to another woman.”

“Can’t you talk without telling them?

“No. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re not female.”

“Try me. Maybe I can help.”

She halted her horse and glared at him. “It’s about you, you big galoot. I don’t know what to do about you.”

“Maybe you do need to talk to a woman. Because I can’t follow you at all.”

She tugged on her hair. “All this is making me…twitchy.”

He looked at her, totally confused now. “Twitchy?”

“Yes. Isn’t all this kissing getting to you?”

Light dawned. “I like kissing you.”

“I like it too. And that’s the problem.”

“I don’t see it as a problem. In fact, I think it’s a good thing.”

“We’re playing roles here. I’m not supposed to have sexual thoughts about you. You’re a friend.”

He grinned outright. “You have sexual thoughts about me?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it? Oh, don’t look so smug. I’m a normal woman with normal urges. And I haven’t had sex in a long time.”

That little fact made him extremely happy. “There’s an easy answer to this.”

“What?”

“We become friends with benefits.”

“I’m not going to fall in love with you.”

We’ll see about that. “Who said anything about love? We’re talking about sex.”