Crazy Sexy Love (Dirty Dicks 1)

Claire sputters, inhaling a chunk of her food. I slap her back when she starts coughing, and I can’t help but laugh.

“You do want to get laid by Trevor, don’t you?”

“Why would you think that?”

“Really? Every time his name is mentioned, you get this dreamy look in your eyes. I can practically see cartoon hearts floating above your head.”

“I do not.”

“Do too. And I guarantee I’m not the only one who’s noticed.”

“I don’t have a thing for Trevor Allen. That would just be silly.”

“Why? Trevor is a great guy.”

“He’s also four years younger than I am.”

“So?”

“Plus, he’s a firefighter. I don’t date firefighters.”

Claire’s father ran into a burning building and never came back out.

“Well, if you did date him, no one would blame you.”

“I’m not going to date him. Can we not talk about my love life, or lack thereof? Tell me what’s going on between you and Rhett, and don’t leave out a single juicy detail.”

“There isn’t much to tell,” I lie.

“Have you slept with him?”

“Three times, although he would call it making love.”

Her fork drops on the desk. She fans her face and lets out a dreamy sigh. “Of course he would. And there is so much to tell. Spill your guts, you lucky bitch.”

So I do.

We spend the next hour laughing as I give her a rundown of all the sweet things Rhett has said and done. I even give her a hint of the sexy stuff—but not too much, because those memories are mine.

Claire picks up the empty containers and her napkin and dumps them in the trash. “I’m happy for you, Mo. Just take things slow, okay? You’ve got a lot going on in your life, and I don’t want to you see you get derailed when he leaves.”

“I told him I love him.”

She freezes. Her eyes widen, and she lowers herself back into the chair. “Well, that’s not taking things slow.”

“I couldn’t not tell him,” I admonish. “I don’t want any regrets where he’s concerned. We were in the moment, and it felt right, so I just said it.”

“And…”

“He didn’t say it back.”

Claire furrows her brow. “Did you expect him to?”

“Yes… No.” I shake my head. “I don’t know. I mean, of course I hoped he would, but I should’ve known he might not be there.”

“After everything you’ve told me, it sounds like he still has feelings for you.”

I nod. “I think so too. He didn’t give me the words, but I could feel it—he still cares about me.”