![]() Fuck, he’d said after Rhonda he’d never get tangled up with another woman again.Īnd yet the thought circled his head, stealing his thoughts and his sleep until there was nothing he could do but stare at the ceiling. He really didn’t want to examine that any closer. ![]() The only thing that’d come close was when he spent time with his son. He’d spent the better part of a month at the end of a bottle, and then the next few inside any random, willing woman. He was supposed to be living it up at the club, getting blow jobs from random chicks and fucking like there was no tomorrow.Īnd he had, for a few months after Rhonda. Hell, he wasn’t totally clear of his last one. He wasn’t ready for another relationship. All he could do was think-about his feelings, of all things-because tonight with Emily had rocked the foundation of his world. Hell, he’d rather walk into Horseplay, the Saddletramps’ hangout bar, with no backup.Īctually that last one sounded like a fucking good time.Īnd yet as he lay there in Emily’s bed, he couldn’t sleep. He’d rather get saddled with a wiring job alone on a Saturday night. ![]() If there was one thing on this earth Reb didn’t wanna do, it was examine his feelings. Wasn’t it supposed to be chicks who screwed up perfectly good sex with feelings? ![]()
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