And not just any woman.
Holly.
“That’s sick.” Juliana snarled. “You’re old enough to be her dad.”
“He isn’t. Unless he had me when he was an infant.”
I squeezed Holly’s hip.
“I can’t believe you would…”
I pulled out of Holly and tucked myself back into my jeans, still slick with our combined releases.
Holly pulled up her jeans, but much slower.
Only when she was presentable did I turn to give Juliana a look. “You’re trying my patience.”
“You never, never did this with me!” she accused. “Maybe if you had, we’d still be together.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Have you ever thought that maybe I didn’t want to do this with you? That, after we made the stupid decision to get married so young, I wasn’t as in love with you like I should have been? The things I felt for you don’t have anything on what I feel for her. The thought of waiting to get her home felt like I was going to die. There’s no comparison here, Juliana. And leave it alone. It’s getting really fucking old.”
I took Holly’s hand and led her to the bathrooms.
She pressed a kiss to my jaw and hurried inside. “I’ll be right back.”
Of course, Juliana’s friend had to come to the bathroom right at that moment.
“You gave up the best thing that ever happened to you, Denver,” my wife’s friend called out.
Holly came out of the bathroom and caught her attention. But it came back to me when I said, “I gave nothing up. But when nothing walked out of my life, it gave me the freedom to find everything.”
Holly’s eyes were soft as she walked into my arms. “Are you ready to go home? Those animals won’t feed themselves in the morning.”
How right she was.
“I’m ready when you are.”
She shivered as she pressed against me. “It’s going to be a cold ride home.”
I tugged her ponytail. “I’ll warm you up when we get home.”
TWENTY-TWO
The only squat I’m doin’ is diddly.
—Holly’s secret thoughts
HOLLY
I was at work, doing what I do best.
Well, maybe second best.
The first thing I did best was Denver.
The second thing I did best was twiddle my thumbs.
I didnotlike being an idle person.