Augie stepped up to the table with their fresh drinks. “You have my info to start a tab for us, Augie?”
“Yeah,” Augie said. “But this round is on handsome over there at the bar.”
They all glanced over to take in the guy Augie was referring to. It was hard to see in the dim lights but they glanced his way and Jacey did something with her eyes before turning so that her back was to the bar again.
“Girls’ night, Augie,” Jacey said. “So put the rest on my tab please.”
Augie nodded and moved away to see to another table.
“He might be cute,” Dee said.
“Neither here nor there,” Jacey said. “Tonight, my friend, we are talking about you and your lack of a sex life.”
“Yeah, because it goes so well for me when I do have sex,” Dee snorted.
“Forget asshat,” Mischa said. “You were friends, you had sex, he moved on. You can still be friends or you can move on completely. Either way, you really don’t have feelings for him. You just thought you did, or wanted to.”
“How can you say that?”
“Because, you don’t get the look when you talk about him,” Jacey said and Mischa nodded.
“What look?” Dee wanted to know.
“Jack,” Jacey said.
“That look.” Mischa laughed.
Dee looked appalled. “I get a look when you say Jack’s name?”
“Honey, you have since we were twelve and you saw him in a towel.”
“The best memory of my life,” Dee agreed and picked up the napkin to fan herself. “God, he is so hot.”
“So do something about it,” Jacey said.
“Like what?” Dee asked, shaking her head. “I’m not you, Jacey. I don’t have the balls to just walk up to a guy and talk that way.”
Jacey snorted. “What way?”
“About sex and stuff.”
“So just pretend for a minute then,” Jacey urged.
“Jacey,” Mischa warned, but Jacey shook her head and focused on Dee again.
“Just pretend that Jack is here in front of you…”
“Behind you,” Mischa murmured.
“Wherever,” Jacey glared at Mischa. “If you could say anything to him, what would you say?”
“I’d ask how he was doing. How he felt about not being in the Marines anymore.”
Mischa laughed.
Jacey snorted. “Good grief, Dee. Would you admit how much you want him or not?”
“Hello, this is me, remember.” Dee shook her head. “Maybe with a few more drinks I could.”
“What would you tell him?” Jacey encouraged. “If you had enough liquid courage in your veins.”
Dee laughed.
“What?” Jacey asked.
“I was just picturing your brother’s face if I went up to him and said what I’ve wanted to for years. ‘Jack, I’ve wanted you forever. Take me home and fuck me until neither one of us has the strength to move.’”
“How did you picture his face?” Mischa asked softly.
“Appalled.” Dee snorted another laugh.
“Maybe you should look then,” Mischa said and nodded over Dee’s shoulder.
Dee’s eyes were huge and her face lost all color before a blush rose from the collar of her shirt, up her neck, to spread over her face.
“So my place or yours?” Jack asked as he took the fourth chair at the table and grinned at Dee.
Chapter Two
Dee was going to kill Jacey. Best friends or not she was dead, as was her other best friend Mischa for not stopping Jacey’s little game. She could feel how hot her skin was with the huge wave of embarrassment that was washing over her. She prayed that the dim lights would hide the splotchy color that was surely on her face.
“Jack, you’re home,” she said and glared across the table.
“Apparently just in time too,” he said. “Need a little more liquid courage,” he grinned, nodding toward her empty glass.
“Oh God,” she groaned and dropped her head to the table. The floor could open up and swallow her any time now. She felt his hand running over the back of her head, his fingers in her hair.
“Hey, Augie, another round,” Jack yelled and Dee groaned. How did she go from moping over her one-night
“Yeah,” Augie said. “But this round is on handsome over there at the bar.”
They all glanced over to take in the guy Augie was referring to. It was hard to see in the dim lights but they glanced his way and Jacey did something with her eyes before turning so that her back was to the bar again.
“Girls’ night, Augie,” Jacey said. “So put the rest on my tab please.”
Augie nodded and moved away to see to another table.
“He might be cute,” Dee said.
“Neither here nor there,” Jacey said. “Tonight, my friend, we are talking about you and your lack of a sex life.”
“Yeah, because it goes so well for me when I do have sex,” Dee snorted.
“Forget asshat,” Mischa said. “You were friends, you had sex, he moved on. You can still be friends or you can move on completely. Either way, you really don’t have feelings for him. You just thought you did, or wanted to.”
“How can you say that?”
“Because, you don’t get the look when you talk about him,” Jacey said and Mischa nodded.
“What look?” Dee wanted to know.
“Jack,” Jacey said.
“That look.” Mischa laughed.
Dee looked appalled. “I get a look when you say Jack’s name?”
“Honey, you have since we were twelve and you saw him in a towel.”
“The best memory of my life,” Dee agreed and picked up the napkin to fan herself. “God, he is so hot.”
“So do something about it,” Jacey said.
“Like what?” Dee asked, shaking her head. “I’m not you, Jacey. I don’t have the balls to just walk up to a guy and talk that way.”
Jacey snorted. “What way?”
“About sex and stuff.”
“So just pretend for a minute then,” Jacey urged.
“Jacey,” Mischa warned, but Jacey shook her head and focused on Dee again.
“Just pretend that Jack is here in front of you…”
“Behind you,” Mischa murmured.
“Wherever,” Jacey glared at Mischa. “If you could say anything to him, what would you say?”
“I’d ask how he was doing. How he felt about not being in the Marines anymore.”
Mischa laughed.
Jacey snorted. “Good grief, Dee. Would you admit how much you want him or not?”
“Hello, this is me, remember.” Dee shook her head. “Maybe with a few more drinks I could.”
“What would you tell him?” Jacey encouraged. “If you had enough liquid courage in your veins.”
Dee laughed.
“What?” Jacey asked.
“I was just picturing your brother’s face if I went up to him and said what I’ve wanted to for years. ‘Jack, I’ve wanted you forever. Take me home and fuck me until neither one of us has the strength to move.’”
“How did you picture his face?” Mischa asked softly.
“Appalled.” Dee snorted another laugh.
“Maybe you should look then,” Mischa said and nodded over Dee’s shoulder.
Dee’s eyes were huge and her face lost all color before a blush rose from the collar of her shirt, up her neck, to spread over her face.
“So my place or yours?” Jack asked as he took the fourth chair at the table and grinned at Dee.
Chapter Two
Dee was going to kill Jacey. Best friends or not she was dead, as was her other best friend Mischa for not stopping Jacey’s little game. She could feel how hot her skin was with the huge wave of embarrassment that was washing over her. She prayed that the dim lights would hide the splotchy color that was surely on her face.
“Jack, you’re home,” she said and glared across the table.
“Apparently just in time too,” he said. “Need a little more liquid courage,” he grinned, nodding toward her empty glass.
“Oh God,” she groaned and dropped her head to the table. The floor could open up and swallow her any time now. She felt his hand running over the back of her head, his fingers in her hair.
“Hey, Augie, another round,” Jack yelled and Dee groaned. How did she go from moping over her one-night
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