Page 6 of The Moment They Can't Forget

He’d had a few drinks last night, celebrating the engagement. JD had seen Zoe arrive, and he’d walked into the kitchen to get his body’s reaction under control. That dress had caressed every curve. It was fitted, silky, and the color of sunrise, and a small glimpse of lace above the edge that was low over her breasts drew his eyes repeatedly as the night progressed. But he’d stayed away from her, doing his duty as host and keeping busy. That didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of where she was.

He hated how she could turn him into a randy teenager.

The last time he’d looked for her, she’d been walking out his door, and he’d taken his first deep breath of the night.

Everyone had left, and he’d thought Zoe had too, and then suddenly she reappeared. She’d stumbled through his door looking rumpled, like she’d been in the arms of a man doing things he’d imagined doing to her, which had unleashed a wave of unreasonable jealousy inside him.

They’d stared at each other for long seconds, no words spoken, and then, as if an invisible rope was pulling them closer, he’d had her in his arms with her legs wrapped around his waist. The kiss he’d imagined had been so much more.

What followed had blown his mind. Wild, hungry sex. That was the first time. The second had been slower but equally mind-blowing. His hands could still feel her curves, and the taste of her was on his lips.

He saw plenty of cold showers in his future at the memory of those breasts. Her legs were long and silky to the touch. The noises she made when he?—

“Nope, not going there.”

Zoe Duke was one sexy-as-hell package that he could never sleep with again. She’d made that clear, and if she hadn’t, that he was her oldest brother’s friend should have.

The hell of it was, he couldn’t regret last night. Nothing that good was regrettable, and he doubted he’d change his mind on that before he drew his last breath.

“Idiot,” he muttered, because nothing else fit the moment, and he knew, while he told himself otherwise, everything had changed, and he wasn’t sure how that was going to play out. But right now, he needed caffeine.

Pulling into the Beckers’ driveway, JD passed the sign stating the drive-through was open for customers. Next came a series of gnomes Mr. and Mrs. Becker had been collecting for years. The one with a middle finger raised created a stir in Lyntacky. Some people loved it; others were outraged. JD thought it hilarious, but not today.

He’d stopped questioning what people did in this town soon after he’d arrived. There was a whole level of weird he’d just learned to accept here. Like the fixation with square dancing, it wasn’t something you could rationalize, so it was best not to try.

He drove up to the open window of the caravan Klaus or Lea Becker had been standing in for as long as JD had been here, which wasn’t that long, but his friends told him that the Becker’s drive-through was likely one of the first in America.

It was an odd thing to have in a small town like Lyntacky, but it worked. The coffee was always good too.

“Good morning, JD, how is Potato?”

“Still hates me,” he said in answer to the question about his donkey. He’d also stopped questioning how the locals knew stuff about him he’d never told them or anyone.

“Give her time. She’s likely been mistreated by men. Now what has you up early today? I thought after the party you’d be sleeping in,” Klaus said.

“Couldn’t sleep,” JD lied.

He’d slept with his arms full of Zoe Duke. Had the alcohol he’d consumed made last night better than it actually was? He liked that idea. Maybe it was just average sex, and in fact it was a good thing he wouldn’t have her naked in his arms again.

“Usual then?”

“Yes, please, Mr. Becker.” JD’s voice sounded strained even to his own ears.

“Klaus will do.”

He threw the old man a look. His accent was still strong, and he talked often about his homeland, Germany.

“It’s time.”

“Why is it time today to call you Klaus when it never was before?”

“Let me ask you something, JD.” The man leaned out his window, clearly settling in for a nice long chat, which had JD internally moaning, as he wanted his coffee and then to go home and start forgetting last night.

Lyntacky elderly all liked to chat if you let them. If you didn’t, they did it anyway.

“Sure, go ahead, but you have to make my coffee first.”

Klaus waggled his bushy gray brows. “I can do both.” The man must be close to eighty and still had straight shoulders, but he didn’t have a stitch of hair on his head.

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