Chewing on the corner of my lip, I replied, “There’s really nothing to tell. David is a nice guy, cute, a good sense of humor, kisses okay.”
“But . . .”
“But nothing. He’s just not . . . he’s not . . .”
“Jase?”
With a frustrated sigh, I mumbled. “Oh, not you too.”
“Okay, well help me understand why you didn’t have sex with this nice, cute, good sense of humor, good kisser.”
“Because I’m not about to jump into bed with every guy I date.”
Lauren grinned. “And . . .”
With a roll of my eyes, I huffed. “And he moved too fast. I mean, he had his hand up my dress before they served dessert.”
With a snicker, Lauren shook her head. “Damn . . . well, you can’t blame him. Look at you. What guy wouldn’t want to stick his hand up your dress?”
With a weak smile, I looked away.
Jase.
“Change of subject. How’s work?”
Ugh. That subject isn’t any better. “It’s okay. My grandfather is driving me crazy, and if my grandmother tries to set me up with one more guy, I may have to leave my job.”
Lauren perked up. “Seriously? Because if you’re serious, I could really use your help here.”
I chuckled. “Oh, right. Like you could use a financial analyst on the payroll of your breeding business.”
The smile that spread across Lauren’s face caused my breathing to hitch. “You’re serious?”
Lifting the glass to her lips, she finished off her juice and set it down on the counter. “I’ve never been more serious in my entire
life.”
Jase
“Damn, dude, you never want to do anything anymore. What happened to you?”
Pulling the hay bale off the trailer, I wiped the sweat off my face. “What do you mean what happened to me?”
Rick lifted his hat and wiped his forehead. “I’m just saying, before you went off to Paris last summer you were fun. Now you’re a stick in the mud.”
“I’m not a stick in the mud.”
The smell of the hay caused me to take in a deep breath. Something about that smell brought back memories of following my father and Reed around the ranch, trying to be just like them.
“You never want to go out. You never want to hook up with anyone either. When was the last time you got some pussy?”
With a roll of my eyes, I shook my head. “Nice, Rick.”
He pointed his finger at me and shouted, “See! Like that. The old Jase wouldn’t have cared less if I had said the word pussy or not.”
“I don’t care if you say pussy.” I shrugged and grabbed another bale. “I’m not in the mood to date any of these girls we grew up with. All the good ones left and moved on with their lives.”
“Damn. The good ones?”