Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“Hey, Cathy,” Willow said.
“Hi, uh, Willow,” she said. “I have no idea what else to say right now.”
“It’s fine. I’m guessing you’re the brunette Connor told me went to the clubhouse with Brick.”
“That I am,” Cathy said. “Uh, I’m kind of doing the walk of shame right now. I’ve got to get home.”
“What do you want me to tell Brick?” Willow asked.
“I have no idea. I don’t know how this works.” She pressed her lips together. “Trust me, I don’t do this, like, at all.”
Willow laughed. “I know you don’t.”
She and Willow were not the greatest of friends, but they were not enemies either. There were a few years between the two of them.
“I better go.”
“You know, Brick is a good guy,” Willow said.
Cathy stopped. “I know. He’s been really nice to me. Listened to my troubles last night, which is so strange. I never expected a guy would want to listen.”
“If … Brick wants to find you, is it okay for me to give him your address?” Willow asked.
Cathy nibbled her lip and thought about it. At first, she figured it wouldn’t even matter. She had seen enough television and movies about one-night stands to last her a lifetime. She doubted Brick would want to see her in the cold light of day.
“Sure,” she said, knowing she wasn’t going to hold her breath for him to come calling. “It’s great to see you, Willow. Congratulations on your marriage and your baby.”
“Thanks, I never thought it was going to be something I wanted, but you never know what the future holds. By the way, I always thought your sister was a bitch, and now I know for certain she is.”
Willow held up the paper, but Cathy didn’t need to see it—the announcement of Tiffany and Eric’s upcoming wedding was inside. Her sister wanted to have the wedding on Valentine’s Day, as she thought it would be romantic, which meant it would always be about her.
Cathy laughed. “I’m sure if you ask my sister, I’m the bitch.”
Willow laughed. “Sure you are. By the way, loved your lipstick recommendation the other day. It was awesome.”
Cathy spun toward the other woman. “You watch my vlogs?”
“I don’t wear a whole lot of products, but for some reason, I always found yours entertaining, and you keep it real.”
The last twenty-four hours had been filled with surprises.
“Just one last question before you leave,” Willow said. “Are you sober enough to drive?”
“I wouldn’t get behind the wheel of my car unless I was.”
“Just a heads up, sometimes the cops like to pull over a few of the customers around this time of year. Keeping the roads safe and all.”
“Thanks,” Cathy said.
And she left, stepping into the freezing cold, wondering why she had opted to wear a dress in the middle of December. It also didn’t help that she wasn’t wearing any panties.
Climbing behind the wheel of her car, she turned over the ignition, hearing her car purr to life. It didn’t take long to get her car heated and defrosted, then she was on the road, heading into town and driving down the small, quiet suburban street that would take her back to her own place.
She lived right in the corner of one of the quietest streets. Cathy loved her home. Four bedrooms with a garage she had converted to a film studio. She never liked to put her car into a garage anyway.
Most of the street residents had put their Christmas decorations up after Thanksgiving. She had spent a good, long weekend getting her house into the spirit of Christmas. She also loved doing the same for Halloween. One of the highlights of the year for her was handing out candy to the kids. Each year, she changed her costume to keep them guessing.
One day, she hoped to have a family of her own, but until then, she was the single lady at the bottom of the street. She was sure some of the wives looked at her with pity.
Stepping into her home, she closed the door and leaned against it. Last night had been so surreal to her.
Closing her eyes, it was like she could still feel his hands on her body, touching her, exploring her. No one had ever touched her like Brick had. It was like he knew her body better than even she knew her own body.
She wanted him again, but that was not going to happen. Not unless he wanted to. Cathy was not going to be a stalker, the woman he couldn’t shake the following day.
Stepping away from the door, the best she could do was forget about last night and focus on work. Work was safe … comforting. Work didn’t reject her.
****
Brick never chased after a woman. He never had to worry about a woman sticking around. He was used to them holding onto his every word. He had to be the one to push her away in the morning. This morning, after enjoying a night of amazing sex, the woman of his dreams was nowhere to be found. At first, he doubted if he even lived it, but the scent of Cathy was still heavy in the room, and he wasn’t going to forget that anytime soon.