Although she would’ve loved to spend all day and night in bed with Riley, Sam had made plans for a tequila night with the girls and she didn’t have the heart to cancel, especially seeing as she desperately needed someone to talk to. She’d gone to high school with Jane and Callie, and though their lives had taken them in different directions, the three had kept in close touch.
They made an odd trio—Callie the kindergarten teacher, Jane the pediatrician and Sam the—former—bar owner. Callie and Jane had both married their high school sweethearts, while Sam was still single, but no matter how different their lives and professions, they were as close as they’d been back in the ninth grade, when they’d gossiped in the cafeteria and done their homework together.
The first thing she did after they’d sat down and taken a few shots was tell her friends about Riley.
Dr. Jane Pierce got the biggest kick out of the news. “Oh God,” she exclaimed as she poured some more tequila into their shot glasses. “Remember when I used to drag you to White Sox games to ogle all the players?”
“No, what I remember is the time you convinced the janitor to let you into the locker room, where you ended up walking in on the coach all lathered up,” Sam shot back.
Jane burst out laughing. “He almost had me arrested.”
“He should’ve.”
“I’m surprised Brad still married you after that sexual harassment phase of yours.”
Callie Howard heaved a big sigh. “I’m jealous, Sam. Sounds like you had some pretty crazy sex.”
“Doesn’t your husband give you crazy sex anymore?” Jane asked, handing one of the shot glasses to Callie.
“I wish. Dan is too busy working.” She grinned. “So I bought myself a vibrator for my birthday.”
The three of them lifted their glasses. Sam grimaced as the fiery liquid slid down her throat. She quickly shoved half a lemon in her mouth and sucked on it.
“Did you suck Riley Scott like that?” Jane teased, and then laughed again.
“You have a dirty mind,” she grumbled.
Callie tossed aside her lemon and shot her a questioning glance. “So, be honest. How big is his…you know?”
“Oh, his butt? It’s an appropriate size,” she said glibly.
“Very funny. You know exactly what I mean.”
She wagged her finger. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
As the alcohol slithered through her blood, her brain began to buzz. Her skin felt flushed, a sign that the three shots she’d just slugged back, on an empty stomach no less, were beginning to do their thing. No more tequila for her, she decided when the room started to spin a little. Riley had promised to show up tonight, claiming he really needed to talk to her. She wasn’t sure if that was code for “I want to fuck you again,” but either way she didn’t want to be piss-drunk when he arrived.
Besides, she got the feeling that he did have something on his mind. It was the same sense she’d gotten last night when she’d practically seduced him, only now it made her wary. In the two years she’d known him, she’d never seen Riley Scott act anything remotely close to serious, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear whatever confession he had to make. She suspected it had something to do with his playboy status, but she really wasn’t too worried about it. She’d known precisely what she was getting into when she’d hopped into the sack with him, and hearing about the parade of women he’d been with before her appealed about as much as shaving her head.
Right now, she was more concerned with the unfamiliar emotions swirling around in her belly, which had nothing to do with the tequila and everything to do with Riley. For two years she’d tried to view him as nothing more than a friend, but now that they’d been intimate, she couldn’t seem to revert to that prior mindset. The sex was so damn incredible. How could she possibly think of him platonically anymore?
Not that she knew what she thought of him. Something inside her chest squeezed every time she remembered how it felt to be in his arms or how warm his lips were whenever they touched hers. She wished she could figure out what that something was, but she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to know right now. Whatever she was feeling for Riley…well, it scared her. Just a little.
Fine, a lot.
“I’m going to miss you,” Jane burst out, reaching across the booth and squeezing Sam’s hand. “Who’ll join Callie and me for tequila night when you’re gone?”
She pushed her glass away. “The new owner maybe?”
“Do you know who it is?” Callie asked curiously.
“I’m meeting with my financial advisor tomorrow to sign some papers. I’ll find out who the buyer is then.”