“The usual. Work. Volunteering. Not much else.”
“Been seeing anybody?”
The question surprised her. “No.”
“Surely not from lack of offers, though.” He winked at her as he took a drink of his beer.
“Well, I have been asked out a couple of times. I just didn’t feel up to it yet. What about you?” She thought she knew the answer, but feared she might be wrong.
He waved a dismissive hand. “Been flying solo all this time. Can you believe it?”
Given his track record? No, she couldn’t. Ever since she’d known him he hadn’t gone more than a month between girlfriends. “I guess it’s a good thing to take some time to yourself…” She trailed off and scoffed, then laughed miserably. “What the hell am I saying? I hate it.”
Evan nodded, not taking his gaze from her. “Yeah, me, too.”
He missed Courtney. He had to, even if pride wouldn’t allow him to say it. Even if he wouldn’t admit it around her, knowing how she felt about the woman.
“You know, it’s okay if…if you want to talk about all that,” she began, her voice more tentative than she would have liked. “I mean if you need to get something out or whatever. I know sometimes it doesn’t seem like I can take it without going off, but I can. I just want you to know I’m here for you. I don’t want you to think there are things you can’t say to me. We’ve always been able to talk about anything and everything, and I don’t want that to change.”
There. The spiel was out. Hopefully it had knocked the first dent in the wall that had sprung up between them last Christmas. She couldn’t stand its presence anymore. They hadn’t asked for this, it had been done to them.
“I appreciate that, and I want you to know the same goes for me.” He gave her a look she felt all the way down to her toes. “You’re incredible, you know that?”
She shook her head. “Nah.”
“Yes. I mean it. I know you can take it, Kelsey. You can take anything anyone dishes out. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.”
It was nice to hear, but it left a messy splat where her heart used to be, because he was so wrong about her. She wasn’t the girl he’d known in college. That girl had been resilient. She’d had to be, to nurture all that unrequited love for Evan and still be able to face seeing him every day. To find the strength to finally let go and redirect it to someone else.
But look where it had gotten her.
By the time all the food was ready, she was parked on the leather sofa, nearly full on tortilla chips and hot sauce. He made the best salsa that had ever crossed her lips, lots of cilantro, the way she liked it.
“This stuff is amazing, as usual,” she called, popping another chip in her mouth. The dip was a little spicier than she liked and she’d been relying rather heavily on the pitcher of margaritas to dampen the sting—of both her downward-spiraling emotions and the sauce. She was lucky the latter wasn’t worse. Evan wanted almost everything he ate to be four-alarm.
He grinned as he brought their plates in from the kitchen. She would’ve helped him, but the room seemed to tilt a bit whenever she stood. “Come over more often, and I’ll spring some of my mom’s recipes on you,” he told her.
“I can’t believe you like to cook so much.”
He sat beside her, handing her a plate. She had to repress a fidget as his left knee pressed against her right, his heat suffusing her. And she was already hot enough as it was, flushed with tequila. She hated to eat in here, afraid she’d make a mess in her clumsy state, but he’d insisted it was fine. He had several seasons of Seinfeld on DVD and since they had always been addicts—and Todd and Courtney had hated the show—a marathon was in order. “I don’t mind it,” he said. “Besides, if I didn’t cook, Brian might starve to death.”
“Speaking of, you two are the very definition of ‘polar opposites’. Not that I even have to tell you that.”
“Yeah, it’s like all the drive and ambition in the family ran out after me.”
“I think it’s nice that you look out for him, though. He needs you, whether he admits it or not.”
“He frustrates me. He’s got potential, he just doesn’t care. We had to threaten him with everything under the sun to even get him to finish high school. I worry about him.”
In profile she could see the tight set of his jaw. She really didn’t know what to say to comfort him about that.
Yep, college all over again. She cut vigorously into her steak and popped a juicy piece into her mouth. Evan hadn’t lost his touch. Steak sauce would be an abomination on this. He’d baked potatoes, too, and hers was piled high with butter, cheese and sour cream. She couldn’t even begin to discern everything that topped his. But she would lay bets it wouldn’t put an ounce on his frame.
He was watching her chew. “I remembered that you don’t like it too spicy, so I went easy on yours,” he said. “I hope it’s all right.”
“It’s perfect,” she assured him. It seemed to practically melt in her mouth. He was awesome. There was nothing he couldn’t do.
“Well, there’re a few things, I guess.”
Oh, crap, had she spoken out loud? She’d have to watch that, only open her mouth to insert food. Yeah, right. The margaritas were just too good.
An hour passed…or two or more, she wasn’t sure, she just knew they demolished pretty much everything in his kitchen and her glass kept getting empty and Evan kept pressing in closer and closer at her side—or maybe she was leaning on him. They were still laughing at each other and the hilarity ensuing on his plasma screen, but her clothes had become such an irritating scrape against her heated flesh she could hardly cope.
She blew out a breath and tugged at her shirt, trying to pull it away from her sensitized br**sts, but that didn’t alleviate the friction her damn strapless bra was causing across her ni**les. She stretched, arching her back and rolling her head on her shoulders. When she stopped, the room kept rolling. Or maybe her head was still moving. She couldn’t tell. She just knew it was damn funny.
Evan watched Kelsey giggle as she tried in vain to get control of her neck muscles. A sense of dread was fast overtaking his thoughts. “Are you okay?” he asked after a moment, and the question shocked her eyes fully open.
“Sure am. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because I realize now that pitcher of ’ritas I made is just about empty.”
“Ohhhh…’m sorry, didja want more? Is my head moving?”
Yep. Blitzed. She’d probably be puking in no time. “No and yes. Kelsey, how long has it been since you had anything to drink?”
She giggled again. She was doing a lot of that. Her eyes closed. “Dunno. Can’t remember. Long time.”
“Looks like you can’t hold your liquor, honey.”
Her brows drew together, her lips forming a perfect pout. She cracked open one eye to peer up at him. “I can too lick my holder.”
Evan burst into laughter and pulled her against him. She was damn near dead weight. Party’s over. “I bet you can. Come on, up we go.” When he stood, she flopped over on the couch without him there to support her. He slid one arm under her back and his other behind her knees. She grumbled incoherently when he lifted her… Christ, she was featherlight in his arms. He was glad he’d shoveled food down her all night. Now if she could just hang on to it. He should have noticed the gradual depletion of the pitcher of margaritas.
“Been seeing anybody?”
The question surprised her. “No.”
“Surely not from lack of offers, though.” He winked at her as he took a drink of his beer.
“Well, I have been asked out a couple of times. I just didn’t feel up to it yet. What about you?” She thought she knew the answer, but feared she might be wrong.
He waved a dismissive hand. “Been flying solo all this time. Can you believe it?”
Given his track record? No, she couldn’t. Ever since she’d known him he hadn’t gone more than a month between girlfriends. “I guess it’s a good thing to take some time to yourself…” She trailed off and scoffed, then laughed miserably. “What the hell am I saying? I hate it.”
Evan nodded, not taking his gaze from her. “Yeah, me, too.”
He missed Courtney. He had to, even if pride wouldn’t allow him to say it. Even if he wouldn’t admit it around her, knowing how she felt about the woman.
“You know, it’s okay if…if you want to talk about all that,” she began, her voice more tentative than she would have liked. “I mean if you need to get something out or whatever. I know sometimes it doesn’t seem like I can take it without going off, but I can. I just want you to know I’m here for you. I don’t want you to think there are things you can’t say to me. We’ve always been able to talk about anything and everything, and I don’t want that to change.”
There. The spiel was out. Hopefully it had knocked the first dent in the wall that had sprung up between them last Christmas. She couldn’t stand its presence anymore. They hadn’t asked for this, it had been done to them.
“I appreciate that, and I want you to know the same goes for me.” He gave her a look she felt all the way down to her toes. “You’re incredible, you know that?”
She shook her head. “Nah.”
“Yes. I mean it. I know you can take it, Kelsey. You can take anything anyone dishes out. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.”
It was nice to hear, but it left a messy splat where her heart used to be, because he was so wrong about her. She wasn’t the girl he’d known in college. That girl had been resilient. She’d had to be, to nurture all that unrequited love for Evan and still be able to face seeing him every day. To find the strength to finally let go and redirect it to someone else.
But look where it had gotten her.
By the time all the food was ready, she was parked on the leather sofa, nearly full on tortilla chips and hot sauce. He made the best salsa that had ever crossed her lips, lots of cilantro, the way she liked it.
“This stuff is amazing, as usual,” she called, popping another chip in her mouth. The dip was a little spicier than she liked and she’d been relying rather heavily on the pitcher of margaritas to dampen the sting—of both her downward-spiraling emotions and the sauce. She was lucky the latter wasn’t worse. Evan wanted almost everything he ate to be four-alarm.
He grinned as he brought their plates in from the kitchen. She would’ve helped him, but the room seemed to tilt a bit whenever she stood. “Come over more often, and I’ll spring some of my mom’s recipes on you,” he told her.
“I can’t believe you like to cook so much.”
He sat beside her, handing her a plate. She had to repress a fidget as his left knee pressed against her right, his heat suffusing her. And she was already hot enough as it was, flushed with tequila. She hated to eat in here, afraid she’d make a mess in her clumsy state, but he’d insisted it was fine. He had several seasons of Seinfeld on DVD and since they had always been addicts—and Todd and Courtney had hated the show—a marathon was in order. “I don’t mind it,” he said. “Besides, if I didn’t cook, Brian might starve to death.”
“Speaking of, you two are the very definition of ‘polar opposites’. Not that I even have to tell you that.”
“Yeah, it’s like all the drive and ambition in the family ran out after me.”
“I think it’s nice that you look out for him, though. He needs you, whether he admits it or not.”
“He frustrates me. He’s got potential, he just doesn’t care. We had to threaten him with everything under the sun to even get him to finish high school. I worry about him.”
In profile she could see the tight set of his jaw. She really didn’t know what to say to comfort him about that.
Yep, college all over again. She cut vigorously into her steak and popped a juicy piece into her mouth. Evan hadn’t lost his touch. Steak sauce would be an abomination on this. He’d baked potatoes, too, and hers was piled high with butter, cheese and sour cream. She couldn’t even begin to discern everything that topped his. But she would lay bets it wouldn’t put an ounce on his frame.
He was watching her chew. “I remembered that you don’t like it too spicy, so I went easy on yours,” he said. “I hope it’s all right.”
“It’s perfect,” she assured him. It seemed to practically melt in her mouth. He was awesome. There was nothing he couldn’t do.
“Well, there’re a few things, I guess.”
Oh, crap, had she spoken out loud? She’d have to watch that, only open her mouth to insert food. Yeah, right. The margaritas were just too good.
An hour passed…or two or more, she wasn’t sure, she just knew they demolished pretty much everything in his kitchen and her glass kept getting empty and Evan kept pressing in closer and closer at her side—or maybe she was leaning on him. They were still laughing at each other and the hilarity ensuing on his plasma screen, but her clothes had become such an irritating scrape against her heated flesh she could hardly cope.
She blew out a breath and tugged at her shirt, trying to pull it away from her sensitized br**sts, but that didn’t alleviate the friction her damn strapless bra was causing across her ni**les. She stretched, arching her back and rolling her head on her shoulders. When she stopped, the room kept rolling. Or maybe her head was still moving. She couldn’t tell. She just knew it was damn funny.
Evan watched Kelsey giggle as she tried in vain to get control of her neck muscles. A sense of dread was fast overtaking his thoughts. “Are you okay?” he asked after a moment, and the question shocked her eyes fully open.
“Sure am. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because I realize now that pitcher of ’ritas I made is just about empty.”
“Ohhhh…’m sorry, didja want more? Is my head moving?”
Yep. Blitzed. She’d probably be puking in no time. “No and yes. Kelsey, how long has it been since you had anything to drink?”
She giggled again. She was doing a lot of that. Her eyes closed. “Dunno. Can’t remember. Long time.”
“Looks like you can’t hold your liquor, honey.”
Her brows drew together, her lips forming a perfect pout. She cracked open one eye to peer up at him. “I can too lick my holder.”
Evan burst into laughter and pulled her against him. She was damn near dead weight. Party’s over. “I bet you can. Come on, up we go.” When he stood, she flopped over on the couch without him there to support her. He slid one arm under her back and his other behind her knees. She grumbled incoherently when he lifted her… Christ, she was featherlight in his arms. He was glad he’d shoveled food down her all night. Now if she could just hang on to it. He should have noticed the gradual depletion of the pitcher of margaritas.
