her as Ash sat down on the glider. She didn’t have to look up to know
it was him because that was just her luck tonight.
“Here.” He offered her an inch of whiskey in a shot glass.
Chuckling, she took it from him and tossed it back then handed
him the glass. Tears welled in her eyes as her throat caught fire.
“Thank you.”
“You looked like you needed it.”
“Did you hear?” She couldn’t muster any indignation if he had.
“Only part of it. I’m sorry. I looked out here, and you looked
upset and…I don’t know. I thought the shot might help whatever was
wrong. I didn’t intend to eavesdrop.”
“It’s all right. It doesn’t matter.” She meant it, too. “I suppose it
wasn’t the most meaningful relationship in recorded history.”
“Still, it’s hard when someone leaves your life that you count on
to be there.” He said it in a kind tone with the hint of a Southern
drawl. His voice did tingly things to her insides that were in direct
contrast to the emotional storm growing inside her.
“I should go pack his things.” He caught her hand as she rose
from the glider and she turned to him. His hands were warm, the
palms and fingertips callused. Lawrence’s hands had been smooth, his
nails manicured. Ash’s touch shot a bolt of sensation through her
body, centering in her rapidly warming core.
“You should stay and have fun. Have a few more drinks with me.”
His thumb stroked over her knuckles, sending repeating tingles up and
down her spine, warring with the pain that was burgeoning in her
chest. Her body felt at odds with itself, but the pain was starting to
win out.
“Why?”
Make it quick, mister, because the clock is ticking down on my
hissy-fit-o-meter. Did he take perverse pleasure in watching her fall apart?
Spurs and Heels
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“Because you can’t shut out the world. Those are your friends in
there, right? I mean you know a bunch of them, don’t you? And now
you know me. Don’t go home and hide.” His tone was soothing but
challenging at the same time.
“Thank you for your advice, cowboy, but I know what I need right
now. I need to clear him out of my life, out of my house.”
“Tomorrow is soon enough. Stay.” His persuasive voice was hard
to ignore.
A lump formed in her throat, and muscles in her chest and
shoulders grew tense as reality started to set in. She’d trusted
Lawrence, and he’d cheated on her.
She wasn’t sure if the heat in her cheeks was from the whiskey or
from her impending emotional breakdown, but she was sure she did
not want to be in his presence for it.
“Let me go get Grace for you,” he whispered, patting her shoulder
as he rose from the glider.
“No, I need to leave.” Juliana stood and picked up her purse. “If
she asks, tell her I’ll call her this week.” She couldn’t even commit to
calling her tomorrow because Juliana knew she’d be incredibly busy.
All her friends were used to not hearing from her for days or weeks at
a time. She was always busy. “Thanks for the drink, Ash.”
* * * *
Ash gently grasped her wrist. “At least tell Grace good-bye.” He
might be a man, but he understood Juliana was fighting tears and
wouldn’t want him to see her like that.
Trying to egg her on a little and get her to show some of the spunk
and spirit he knew she hid beneath her cool exterior, he said, “Don’t
run like a coward.” Unfortunately, she didn’t take it the way he
planned.
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“I am no coward, Mister Helper, and you can kiss my lily-white
ass!” she hissed. She yanked her arm away from him and stomped
down to the end of the wraparound porch.
Ash smiled as he watched that gorgeous redhead disappear from
sight. He’d been partially successful. She’d shown that there was
definitely a fire burning in there, but he’d not succeeded in getting her
to stay. His consolation, however, was in watching the
aforementioned ass twitch and sway as she angrily walked away.
“Mm-mm-mm. I’d gladly pay money to kiss that sexy ass.” He’d
replay that lovely image in his mind later. Left, right, left.
She had a body that wouldn’t quit, she was newly single, and she
had him hard as a steel pole. His cock didn’t appreciate being
blocked, and he reminded himself she wasn’t the type to put out easily
anyway. “Down, boy.”
* * * *
Juliana glumly stared at the box of Lawrence’s personal effects
sitting on the chair opposite her desk when Leah Woodworth walked