Page 12 of I Wanna Be Your Lager

“Rylee texted me the night it happened.” She shrugs.

I shake my head. Nothing stays quiet around here. But it’s stupid for me to assume that. Rylee was outed with her tryst with Trey, and Dessa got busted with her rendezvous with Garrett. I guess it’s now my time. “Of course she did.”

“She also said Trey wanted me to mention that you were barely even gone for five minutes.” She presses her lips together. Her gaze drifts down my chest and stops at my crotch before it slingshots back up. “And that your Casanova skills are severely lacking.”

“I can’t say he’s one to talk after getting Rylee pregnant in the back seat of his SUV in the Porter’s parking lot. That’s not very Casanova of him.”

“Stop trying to divert the question. Who is she? Tell me all about her. Tell me everything. Every little detail.” She rests her elbow on the bar.

I rub the back of my neck. “There’s not much to tell.”

“I’ll take ‘that’s a lie’ for five hundred. You can’t wipe that grin off your face.”

She’s right. It is a lie. The memory of Kat will live rent-free in my head for eternity. But that’s all it will be. A memory. Because I don’t even know her real name. “Yeah, we had our fun and went our separate ways.”

Disappointment etches her face. “So that’s it? No late-night phone calls or text messages, making plans to meet up in the future? No a long-distance love affair?”

“Nope.”

She frowns. “That’s not very romantic of you.

“I never claimed to be romantic.”

“That’s the problem with guys nowadays.” She waves a finger at me. “They only want flings and one-night stands. It’s like they’re allergic to relationships.”

I shrug. “Why have a relationship when you can have flings and one-night stands?”

“It’s annoying.”

I wrap my arm around her shoulder and pull her to my chest. “Aww, is someone wanting a relationship? Is my little Nora finally growing up?” I am more than happy to divert this conversation away from me.

She shrugs. “A second phone call would be nice.”

I pat the top of her head. “Your prince charming is waiting for you to sweep him off his feet.”

“At this rate, I’m willing to settle for a semi-charming knight who can keep up with me.”

“Good luck with that. Is my interrogation over?”

“No. But I’ll let you put your stuff away.” She steps out of my grasp.

It’s been less than twenty-four hours since I saw Kat, and she’s still at the forefront of my mind. Maybe I should have said “fuck it” and sat next to her on the plane. My skin tingles from where her soft hands roamed over my body. Visions of her even softer lips pressed against mine play in my head. Her moans and whimpers. There was only one tiny difference between her fake orgasm, which sounded just as good as her real one. Her nose would crinkle as if she was about to sneeze before she detonated around me. Initially, I overlooked it, but now it consumes my thoughts. I adjust myself in my jeans. The last thing I need is to be walking around work with a half-hard dick. I shove all thoughts of Kat to the back of my mind under lock and key. It was one and done. I don’t even know where she’s at right now. It was only a quick vacation fling. No more, no less. But fuck, a part of me wishes she was in Harbor Highlands. I toss my backpack into a locker. The metal door rattles as I slam it shut.

When I return to the bar, Jake’s sitting on a stool, still wearing a jacket, shuffling through a stack of mail. He glances up. “Hey. How was the wedding?”

“It was great. Dessa and Garrett are obnoxiously cute together.”

Jake nods along. “Good.”

Nora strolls down the bar and rests her elbow on the worn wood bar top. “Did you know Lach hooked up with someone?”

I press my lips together as Jake swings his gaze toward me. I was hoping I was done with this conversation, but Nora wants to keep poking the hornet’s nest.

“Congratulations,” Jake says nonchalantly.

“Thanks, man.”

Nora’s arm drops to her side. “Wait, you don’t want all the dirty details?”

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