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number who-the-hell-knows-by-now. I liked the town so I stayed. I
write, I love it, I get to travel a bit, free to choose what I do and when.
People don’t always know how to take me. I talk too much, I get nervous and
giggle. My whole life was kind of a mess from the start, I mean very start, and
I’m not going there. Met my fiancé in college, made a plan to do the whole
white-picket-fence thing, live the nice little color-inside-the-lines life, but
then it all just fell apart. Once I started writing the stuff I do, I found out
I was good at it. Really good at it. Now it’s like trying to refold the map
once you’ve opened it and got it all twisted up, it’s just never going back the
way it was. Mostly I’m boring, really. I kind of thought I was going to live
like Mrs. Cleaver and discovered somewhere along the way I’m more like Morticia
Addams in a soccer mom’s body. There, how’s that? You got the whole package in
one breath.”
    Why couldn’t she give smart, short answers, then shut the
hell up? Jesus, Teryn, give your whole fucked - up life history in one
rambling sentence, why don ’ t you.
    “Honest. I like that, you don’t hold anything back, even for
all those nerves. And you don’t have a soccer mom’s body. Not even close and
you know it. Why the hell would you want the white picket fence and all that
bullshit? You left out the part about why you’re here. I mean, right here,
right now. With me.”
    His eyes looked directly into hers, locking her gaze. His
fingers kept up the slow, lazy circle on the warm skin of her wrist. He licked
his lips again.
    May as well throw it out there. “Because, you just don’t
seem real to me.”
    “I’m real. What do you want?”
    “I have no idea. None at all.” That was a lie, and she was pretty
sure he knew it. “What do you want?”
    “You.”
    Back to that confrontational honesty. The word was like a
vise clamping down on her belly. She wriggled in her seat.
    “So, we’re talking just get up, head out, go at it? That’s
it?” Dear god, as brutal as it sounded, that’s exactly what she wanted to do.
    “It sounds a lot better in my head.” He laughed. “Okay, I
like you. I think you are interesting, and I really do want to get to know you
better, but right now my head is blocked by the idea of you naked. Why sit here
and deny we’re both thinking it? I know we’re supposed to talk all night, get
to know each other, avoid sex because it’s not the politically correct thing to
do. I think it’s ignorant to pretend we don’t have chemistry going on here.
Physical chemistry exists, Teryn. It’s fast, it’s intense, and you know we have
it. Should we pretend we don’t really want to just forget the rules and dive
into each other, like I know damn well we can?”
    “Right. Hey, how ya doin’? Want to fuck? Sweet, see you
round!” The retort was tough, but her guts were coming unglued. His hand felt
warm on her wrist, almost possessive.
    “Why not? Except for the see-you-around part. What I mean,
is, why avoid the elephant in the room? I say let’s just go for the total
intimacy, make the connection complete and see what happens. Get past that
first distracting rush of lust and see what comes from there. Why not try to
have it all? With any luck, we can spend as much time together as we can stand,
doing whatever we decide we want to do. Talk, read to each other, have sex,
hell, go bowling, who knows.”
    “You are so much weirder than I am.” She couldn’t help the
giggle.
    “I’m glad you think so. Can I make a suggestion?”
    “Shoot.”
    “Maybe you want to climb out of your safe little box and
decide to live life.”
    “That’s it? I’m not sure what you mean. Other than you want
sex, but we’ve covered that.” She cocked her head at him, fiddling with her
glass again.
    He laughed. “That’s pretty much it, yeah. What I mean is,
life isn’t some kind of pre-determined little script that says you have to
choose a role and