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purred. “Oh…”
“Yes, darling,” I said. “Let go. Let go of any worries, darling. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Let me give you this… right now…”
My right hand moved faster, bringing her to the edge of her climax.
My left hand held her left breast, my thumb moving back and forth over her nipple.
Mila gasped for a breath and tried to turn.
I pressed my body against her, holding her in place.
“Let go, darling,” I whispered.
I kissed Mila.
She groaned into my mouth again. She bit at my bottom lip.
Then she let out a whimpering sound.
And she began to come.
With Mila gone to meet her mother and Olivia, I didn’t feel like wandering around the room at the inn alone. So I got into my truck and drove over to Max’s bar.
The first person I saw when I got there was Crosby.
I patted him on the back as I settled up to the bar.
“Hey, Silas,” Crosby asked. “What are you doing here?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“You and Mila okay?”
“We’re fucking perfect,” I said.
“Okay. That’s good.”
“What are you doing here all alone?”
“Just grabbing a drink and a bite to eat.”
“No one-night stand planned?”
“Not tonight.”
Crosby didn’t seem to be all that cheery.
“Silas,” Max said. He threw his hand at me across the bar. “What’s going on? Congrats on the baby.”
I shook his hand. “Thanks. Don’t congrats me though. I’m not doing a thing. Mila is doing all the work.”
“Whiskey? Beer?”
“Both.”
“Coming right up,” Max said. “Crosby, you good?”
“Yeah, I’m good. I have to stop or else I’ll end up in big trouble trying to drive.”
“Hey, if you want to have a few more, I’ll drive you home,” I offered.
“Thanks, but I’m good.”
I had no idea what the hell was bothering Crosby.
Before I could push at him to get some answers, someone touched my back.
I turned my head and saw…
He’s familiar to me. Shit. I need to know his name. Ah…
“Silas,” the older man said. “It’s Charlie. I own the inn!”
“Of course it’s you,” I said. “Sorry. The lights in here… whatever.” I stood and turned. “Good to see you, Charlie. What are you doing out here?”
“Beth kicked me out.”
“Kicked you out? Are you okay?”
“Oh, she didn’t kick me out for good!” Charlie yelled and laughed. “She kicked me out for the night. To get me out. She said I needed a drink or something on my own.”
“Okay, got it,” I said. “Well, what are you drinking? I’ll buy your next one.”
“He’s also giving rides home to those who drink too much,” Crosby threw out there.
I noted the dickhead tone of Crosby.
“Drinks are behind you, Silas,” Max said.
I turned my head. “Thanks.”
Max pointed and walked away.
“Hey, Silas, I’m glad I ran into you here,” Charlie said.
“Ut-oh, that can’t be good.”
“Why not?”
“Running into me here…,” I said. “That sounds bad. Are we outstaying our welcome at the inn?”
“Oh, it has nothing to do with that!” Charlie said. “We love having you and Mila there. Beth loves taking baked goods to her. I heard you bought a house. And you’re getting it fixed up. That’s good.”
“I guess we need the space now,” I said. “So much space for a tiny baby.”
Charlie laughed. “That’s right.”
“What did you need, Charlie?” I asked. I reached behind me and grabbed my bottle of beer. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “Listen, I have an old friend who wants to learn how to strum a few notes on the guitar. You know?”
“Ah,” I said. “That’s what this is?”
“I hate to ask, Silas. I know you’re famous. I know you’re busy with Mila and the baby on its way. I would just hate myself if I didn’t say anything.”
“Got it.”
“He’s here with me. My good friend. Buddy. Great guy. Best friend I ever had, Silas. The best.”
“You want me to meet some guy and he’s going to ask me to teach him how to play guitar?”
“That’s right,” Charlie said. “What do you think?”
All I could do was laugh.
This was true small-town living.
I gave a nod and Charlie disappeared.
In the time it took for Charlie to return with Buddy, I traded my beer for the whiskey.
When I saw the old man looking at me, grinning, I pointed and shook my head.
“You’re the decaf guy,” I said.
“And you’re the shitty waiter,” Buddy said to me.
“You two know each other?” Charlie asked.
“Briefly,” I said. “Wow, this really is a small town, huh?”
“I didn’t want to bother you that day,” Buddy said.