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Placing her hand on her hips, she rolled her eyes. “What happened?”

The barista called out Sierra’s name and then mine. Getting our coffee, we headed outside to sit. Letting out a deep breath, I started talking. “I wanted to show her I could take care of her, without sex and all that other shit. There were a few times I thought there was something brewing between us, but one of us would pull away.”Advertisement

Blowing on her coffee, Sierra shook her head. “Okay, so y’all didn’t get it on, but how did you leave things? Did you make plans to take her to dinner or anything?”

Looking away, I mumbled, “Not really.”

Leaning closer to me, Sierra said, “Excuse me? I didn’t understand what you said.”

Remembering how I left Ryn was making me feel sick to my stomach.

“Oh. My. Gosh. You didn’t. You acted like a dick again, didn’t you? Pushed her away when things got to heated huh, Tristan?”

Giving Sierra a dirty look, I shook my head. “No. Not really. Well, kind of.”

Taking a drink of her coffee, Sierra gave me a look. “What does that mean? Kind of?”

“I tried a few times to talk to her, but I just couldn’t.”

“Pussy,” Sierra said as she sat back in her chair. The guy next to us turned and gave Sierra a look.

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“I tried, I was about to kiss her the last day we were together. I brought her back to your place so she could pack up and her damn cell phone rang. She answered it and when she realized it was Dodge, she took a step away from me and kept talking to him while I fucking stood there like an idiot.”

Sierra made a face and whispered, “Ouch.”

Taking a sip of my coffee, I nodded my head. “Yeah. Ouch.”

Leaning forward, Sierra placed her elbows on the table. “Maybe she was just being polite.”

I shook my head and looked away. “Nope. Heard her talking to him before I brought her back to your place. She said she missed him. My guess was they were making plans to get together when she got back.”

Blowing out a breath of air, Sierra asked, “Why didn’t you offer to follow her home, Tristan? You know. Make sure she made it home okay with her sprained ankle and all.”

Shit. I hadn’t thought of that.

I fell back in the chair. “Sierra, guys don’t think like girls.”

Chuckling, Sierra said, “No shit. Life would be so much better if you did.”

Giving her a smirk, I asked, “How have you been?”

A look of sadness spread across her face as her eyes looked down. “My ex is taking me to court. He’s claiming I used money that belonged to him to buy my house.”

“What? Did you?”

Snapping her head up, she glared at me. “No! Why would you ask me that?”

“Guys don’t think like women.”

“Ugh. I hate him so much, Tristan. He is just trying to make my life miserable. He had the nerve to call and ask me if I’ve been dating. If not, maybe I’d like to . . . to . . .”

“To what? What did he want you to do?”

Shaking her head and smiling like she couldn’t believe what she was saying, she whispered, “He wanted me to come over and puff his peter.”

Pulling my head back in shock, my mouth dropped open. “What?”

Lifting her eyebrows. “Puff his peter, you know.”

Slowly shaking my head, I looked at her. “What?”

Dropping her shoulders and letting out a frustrated moan she said, “Suck his dick, Tristan. He wanted me to come over and suck his dick. Peter puffing. You know, give him a blow job, deep throat his ass.”

Holding up my hands, I started laughing as I looked around. The gentleman next to us got up and walked away. “Jesus, Sierra. Why do you talk so damn loud?” I asked as I continued to laugh.

“I’m glad to see this is giving you a good laugh.”

I was almost doubled over from laughing so hard. “Sorry . . . can’t . . . stop . . . laughing!”

Sierra rolled her eyes as she lifted her coffee and took another drink.

When I finally got my laughter under control, I asked, “What did you say when he asked you this?”

“I told him to go get his lover to do it. Then I hung up on him.”

Nodding my head, I said, “Good. You shouldn’t even be talking to him. Next time he calls, just send him to voice mail.”

“Okay, dad.”

Chuckling, I took in the light chatter of everyone sitting around us. There was something about a coffee shop that just seemed to put me at ease. pqdm.com