Page 193 of Small Town Firsts
“Thanks. Had the day off today, so I figured I’d wear something fun.” She walked toward the windows, checking out the view from this floor as she always did.
The building that contained Hamilton Realty had a primo view of the lake, and today the sunshine was dappling the restless water. It was breezy today, and the whitecaps proved it.
“Day off? Imagine such a thing.” Feigning nonchalance, I sat on the edge of my desk.
No part of me was nonchalant around her, not anymore. Not after we’d had the most amazing sex of my life and all I wanted was to do it again. And again.
Oh, and maybe to have a baby with her.
But at the moment, even that want paled in comparison to fucking her. The insistent pressure in my cock was makingeverythingpale in comparison to sex.
Sex with my incredible, smart, funny best friend who also happened to be hot as hell.
I was a lucky man.
“Then Jean called off and Sage is probably going to get stuck working a double, but she was insistent she needed the money,” Ally continued, happily oblivious to my sex-starved mental meandering.
“I thought she was set financially from her parents. The Hummingbird’s Nest always did well. They certainly got a nice check from the sale of the property.”
I frowned. Why did I care? Sage was a nice girl, and I didn’t want her to struggle financially, but her family wasn’t exactly poor. Her parents had sold their B&B and retired to the west coast, leaving their sheltered only daughter on her own.
Working at a diner. Hmm. So yeah, maybe they hadn’t left her as much as I thought. Not my business though.
Ally shifted away from the window, standing sideways so she was framed in sunlight. “It did, but Sage wants to make her own way. A loft on the lake doesn’t come cheap.”
“I should know,” I said drily, “seeing as I brokered the sale.”
“Yes, real estate guy extraordinaire.” She fingered her arrow necklace. “Is your father back yet?”
“Later today supposedly. Al, why are you here?”
A wrinkle formed between her brows. “I thought you said I had a standing invitation.”
“You do, always. But you’re fidgeting and you’re holding that folder and c’mon, you don’t really care where my dad is. You’ve never liked him.”
“More like he never liked me. I wasn’t good enough to be friends with you.”
I frowned. “He never said that. Not once.”
At least not to me. He wouldn’t dare. He better not have dared to say it to her either.
“But it was heavily implied. And of course he’d wonder what you saw in me. Our worlds couldn’t be more different. We just happened to land in the same classroom in the same high school and somehow we ended up here.”
I pushed off the desk and stalked closer. Somehow now that I’d been inside her, even having a room’s distance between us seemed like too much. “Right here.” I brushed my hand down her hair and she shuddered, and fuck if that didn’t make me harder than steel. “My father hasn’t mentioned you in years.”
She rolled her eyes. “Probably hoping if he denies my existence in your life, I’ll disappear.”
“I don’t give a shit what my father thinks, and you shouldn’t either.”
“Sorry to say, I’m not as good at going with the flow as you are.”
“Just takes practice. I’d be happy to demonstrate anything you’d like.”
“Mmm-hmm, I just bet.” Her lips twitched with the beginnings of a smile, then she pushed the folder at my chest. “Okay.”
I took the folder with suddenly boneless fingers, but I didn’t open it. “Okay?”
“Okay, I’ll do it. I’ll have a ba?—”
