Freckles by Amy Lane

Author:Amy Lane [Lane, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Published: 2016-10-11T04:00:00+00:00

“So?” Cedar said, bouncing excitedly on her toes.

“So what?” Yes, he was pretending he didn’t know what she was talking about, because he was sort of an ass that way, and he loved tweaking her adorably pert little nose.

“So how did the date go?”

“You’re awfully sure of me,” Sandy teased, but the truth was, he’d texted her the day before, telling her that he’d made his move on Mr. Crazy-pants with the tiny dog.

“You said it was a date!” she protested. “And damn, you move fast. I mean, I wasn’t expecting you to make your move until he brought the dog back after Thanksgiving.”

Sandy grinned, all teeth. “He was just too delicious to wait.”

Cedar’s big brown eyes widened salaciously. “Oh, you did not!” She made not sound like the scandal of the century, and Sandy felt bad about letting her down.

“No, I really didn’t. Well, I made a move, but I didn’t sleep with him. I mean, not that I haven’t moved that fast, but not this time.”

“Really?” Cedar cocked an expressive eyebrow at him. “Why not?”

Sandy’s evil grin of triumph toned itself down to something softer. “Because . . . he was really human. Not, you know, an appetizer. An actual person. I wanted him to like me in the morning.”

“Aw . . .” Cedar held her hands to her heart. “Our little Sandy-slut is growing up!”

Well, it was true—he hadn’t been celibate since Rick. He’d had a few brief moments—a few one-nighters, or weekenders, or one that made it a week—but the school, the job, the cat, the “I’d rather not do the club thing, thank you” had all reared an ugly head, and he’d realized that no relationship was worth faking his way through it if he wasn’t feeling anything but the sex.

His damned cat was better company than most of the men he’d fucked, and that was the truth.

But not Carter.

Nope, not a talker—but conversation wasn’t like pulling teeth, either. He was smart, but not showy, quiet but not boring, gentle without being a doormat.

According to Alexis, he was the nicest guy in the world, and he was saving her ass and making her a respectable businesswoman. Sandy told her that if she designed some business cards, he’d spring for them, since she was official and all, and she’d replied, “No worries, Uncle Sandy—Carter already has it covered. I think he’s sort of stealing them from work, but the idea made him happy.”

Sandy had grunted something over the phone yesterday, but now after talking to Carter, he really had to wonder—what was with the guy’s job? He didn’t seem like a mutant workaholic—but he couldn’t be that unhappy at something and not have it affect his life, either.

“He was just really nice,” Sandy said, smiling. “And not in the ‘He’s nice but . . .’ way. It’s the ‘He’s totally nice, and I want to see more of him’ sort of way.”

“Well that’s awesome,” Cedar said. “Because Mrs. Schneider’s here with little Damian again and you’re up.

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