Page 77 of Guess Again

Beaver Dam, Wisconsin Monday, August 4, 2025

LINDSAY PULLED UP TO THE GATES OF PRESCOTT ESTATES.

THE SECURITY booth was empty at this time of night, and the gates were locked.

She pressed the button on the intercom system, knowing that it buzzed inside Blake’s cottage.

This was not the first time she’d been here late at night.

“Yeah,”

Blake’s voice squawked from the speaker.

“Hey, it’s me.”

There was a short pause before the gates rattled open.

Lindsay pulled past the cast iron and into Prescott Estates.

She followed the winding road until she saw the shitty little cottage where Blake Cordis had been exiled to a decade earlier.

It was bittersweet to see him there.

Blake opened the front door as she pulled up.

The humidity of the night assaulted her skin as Lindsay climbed from her car.

“Hi,”

Lindsay said in her best seductive voice.

“Hey,”

Blake responded.

“Can I come in?”

Blake shrugged.

“I’m not going to make you stand outside in this sauna we have for a summer.

And we wouldn’t make it five minutes with the size of the mosquitos out here.”

Lindsay followed him inside, noting a hint of aftershave as she walked past him.

The man had, ever since she first laid eyes on him in high school, spun her world in circles.

And the scent of his aftershave, even this many years later, had never left her mind.

“Something to drink?”

Blake asked as he closed the door.

“Sure.”

“I’ve got beer or whiskey.”

Lindsay shrugged.

“Whiskey it is.”

She sat on the couch.

Blake poured two Proper No.

Twelve whiskeys and handed her one.

“Cheers,”

he said, clinking her glass.

Lindsay smiled and took a sip.

“So what’s up?”

Blake asked as he sat on the end chair next to her.

“It’s ten o’clock on a Monday night, Blake.

What do you think’s up?”

Lindsay smiled and raised her eyebrows.

“It’s a bad idea, Lindsay.”

“We’re grown adults.

We’re allowed to make bad decisions.”

Blake said nothing as Lindsay stood and placed her glass on the coffee table.

She wore a sleeveless button down shirt, the top two buttons unclasped.

She took the third in her fingers and opened it, exposing her cleavage and revealing that she was not wearing a bra.

Blake squirmed in his chair.

Lindsay knew he was not going to put up a fight tonight.

She walked closer and climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

“Why are we fighting this?”

she asked.

Her lips were close to his.

“Why don’t we just do what we’ve wanted to do all summer?”

Of course, Lindsay knew the reason why Blake had refused to sleep with her earlier in the summer.

It was because he had started seeing another woman.

But Portia Vail was out of the picture for the time being, and she knew Blake was going on five weeks without sex.

It was likely a record for the man.

She pressed her lips to his and their mouths opened.

The glass of whiskey fell from his hand and hit the ground just as Lindsay felt his hands grab the back of her thighs and slide up her shorts.

This was going to be easier than she imagined.

Blake stood from the chair and lifted her as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

They kissed all the way to the bedroom, where he laid her on the bed and fell on top of her.

Lindsay quickly changed positions so that she was on top.

She would be in control this time, taking back what he had stolen years before.