Circle in the Sand by Lia Fairchild

Author:Lia Fairchild
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Toshiba
Published: 2014-06-29T21:00:00+00:00

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Days later I’m sitting on Sage’s couch waiting for her to get ready for this masquerade of a client party. I’m still not sure why she needs me. I heard what she said—that her boss’s husband hit on her—so I guess she’s looking for a little protection, a deterrent. But why me? There’s a ton of guys that would go through worse just for a shot at Sage. It’s because she comfortable with me. I am the nice guy, the dependable one, the fucking predictable good time Charlie. Except, of course, for that one night. But neither of us counts that.

For the fourth time, I hear her yell, “I’ll be ready in a minute.”

Her house is a mirror image of herself: beautiful, but not overly confident, conservative, yet makes a statement. As I glance around the room, nothing is out of place. Clutter or excess would never be used to describe this space. I sit on a modern, olive-green sofa that’s much more comfortable than it looks. I lean over and examine the dark wood coffee table. It’s square-shaped without a scratch on it. Mine looks as if a prisoner in solitary marked off weeks of confinement.

I stand when I finally hear her heals snag across the carpet. The first thing I notice are the legs attached to those heels—toned, tanned, and a mile long. Her dress is short and black. Part of the top is covered in some silver sparkly stuff. Even though it’s being held up by some little straps, the neckline is not low. I appreciate that she never needs to show off her perfectly sized rack. Using the word perfect makes me want to punch myself in the face. It sounds pathetic. She gleams a smile, throws back her long blonde hair. “You look beautiful,” I say.

“Thanks. You, too.”

I couldn’t look any more basic if I tried. With my black slacks, long-sleeved blue shirt, and unruly hair, I’m a cross between the Kohl’s catalog and a bad yearbook picture. I say “Thank you” anyway.

Since I’d arrived, I wanted to ask her about Travis, but I don’t want her to think I’m jealous. Especially because I’m not. I wait until the car ride over, when we are both facing forward.

“So why didn’t you ask your new boyfriend to this thing?” This is probably not the best way to start the conversation.

She glances over, eyes shooting down her nose. “To whom are you referring?”

“I hear from a reliable source that you have begun your own prisoner rehabilitation program.”

“Very funny.”

“Seriously, are you dating this guy?” I’m trying to convince myself these are the words of a concerned friend, but the word pussy keeps flashing in my mind.

“We’re friends; that’s all,” she says and turns her head forward. “For now.” I look over and see the corners of her mouth turn up.

“But he’s not your type. And he could be dangerous.”

“First of all, I’m sick of my type. And secondly, he’s not dangerous.”

“And you know this how?”

“He told me all about it.

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