Page 175 of Things We Left Behind
No, I reminded myself. It wasn’t a waste. I was hunting for a potential mate. Any guy in here could be the future Mr. Sloane. Like that one over there.
Mr. Michaels, Chloe and Waylay’s handsome teacher, was sharing a beer with two other teachers and mechanic Tallulah St. John. He was good looking, had a great smile, loved kids, and wore glasses. And all I could think about was Lucian’s tattooed naked body ranging over mine.
How was a girl supposed to meet a nice guy and settle for normal, non-mind-melting sex now? Was I going to be haunted by the ghost of all the orgasms he’d delivered? Would I compare every lover from now on to him, and would anyone come close to measuring up?
I was spiraling. Over Lucian’s spectacular cock. I needed therapy and a drink.
I made a mental note to check out a book or two on hypnotherapy. I’d get over him…er, his sexual prowess if it killed me.
“There she is,” Naomi said, hopping off her stool and hugging me despite the fact that we’d spent half the day working together.
“Sorry I’m late,” I said.I was busy fantasizing about mymortal enemy ripping my underwear off and making me scream his name, I didn’t say. I was absolutely going to swing by the library on my way home and grab whatever books I could find on breaking bad habits.
Knox gave my shoulder a squeeze. His wedding band caught the light, reminding me that if someone could come along and turn Knox Morgan into the marrying kind, I still had a chance at finding Mr. Right out there.
Lina flashed me a grin and a wave.
Nash leaned in over her. “What are you drinking, Sloaney?”
“I think I’ll just have a root beer,” I decided.
Disappointment called for sugar. I’d have one drink. Then I’d make my excuses, hit the library, and go home. AndthenI’d check the battery level on my vibrator.
Lina and Naomi boxed me in.
“Nash and I took Naomi and Knox to meet Mary Louise this afternoon.”
I perked up. “How did it go?”
“We loved her,” Lina said.
Naomi’s smile lit up the bar. “Even Viking over there couldn’t find anything to complain about.”
“Nowthat’simpressive,” I admitted.
“Mary Louise is ecstatic that someone is taking an interest and your interviews have gotten good play,” Lina said, her dark-red fingernails glittering against the bourbon in her glass.
“The library fielded six calls this week from people interested in the case,” Naomi added.
“Fran called today. She said there’s a podcast that wants to interview me, Mary Louise, and Allen. And she got on the judge’s calendar for an informal meeting next week,” I said.
“This is great progress,” Naomi said, nudging me with her shoulder. “So why do you look like someone just tried to ban all the books?”
Damn my face.
“It was a long day. So did Stef tell Jeremiah he’s ready to become a Knockemout resident yet?” I congratulated myselfon my expert-level subject change as we all turned to study the happy couple on the dance floor.
Naomi shook her head and rolled her eyes heavenward. “He’s convinced himself that Jeremiah is going to think he’s a stalker.”
“What an idiot,” I said affectionately.
“Speaking of dating, how’s your search going these days?” Lina asked.
Damn it.
“I haven’t been on any dates in a week,” I confessed. A week…ten days…ever since Lucian’s penis invaded my vagina and my dreams…
“Hang in there. Mr. Sloane is out there,” Naomi said, squeezing my hand.
