Restless. Tori Carrington

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      Lizzie signed off after a few more moments and then sat back in her chair, both glad Tabby hadn’t asked again about the man who had taken her mind off Jerry and disappointed. Given the one-night nature of her liaison with Gauge, a part of her wanted to keep it private. Still, it had been so good, it was nearly impossible not to share.

      While she’d never considered herself a good girl, she’d never really been a bad one, either. One-night stands were better left to those who had the time to waste. She’d been so focused first on school, then at the firm, that it was all she could do to stop by her parents’ a couple of times a week before dropping into bed at night, exhausted, only to start the cycle over again the next day.

      She shifted her watch around on her wrist and looked at the pearly face, even though she knew what time it was. What she was really doing was wondering what Gauge was up to.

      She was pretty sure the band played only on the weekends…which meant he should be home.

      A warm pool of longing filled her stomach.

      God, how long had it been since she’d experienced this heightened awareness? It was too long ago to remember her first time with Jerry. Had she felt the same way? She figured she must have, because she’d fallen in love with him all those years ago. Enough that she hadn’t hesitated to take him back six months ago, seeing his return as the fulfillment of what they’d begun all those years ago but never finished.

      Or perhaps it had been her own competitive spirit that had made her open that door to him again. After all, stealing him away from his wife was a kind of vindication of their earlier relationship.

      She opened her desk drawer and took out her purse. So much for not thinking about Jerry.

      But for the first time in days she felt she had a choice in the matter.

      THE TENSION at the Weber dining-room table was palpable, with Nina either ignorant of the unspoken words exchanged between the two men…or overly aware of them. Gauge couldn’t decide which.

      He knew he shouldn’t have come. But over the past few months he’d turned down her every invitation to dinner at their place, preferring to meet them in public and avoid what he knew was a need for a showdown of sorts that had been brewing since last February. He’d known he’d have to accept at some point, and now was as good a time as any.

      If only Kevin wasn’t slanting him looks that said he’d like nothing better than to pummel him to a pulp right there and then.

      When Gauge had returned for Nina and Kevin’s wedding in August, his long absence had allowed for a lowering of defenses and he’d gladly taken the spot beside Kevin as his best man. But later that day at the reception, Gauge had pushed his luck when he’d asked for a dance with the bride…and found himself right back at square one with his one-time best friend.

      Gauge focused on his surroundings now. He was familiar with the house. Kevin had inherited it from his late parents, and Gauge had been there no fewer than a couple of dozen times. Still, it had undergone such intensive renovations he barely recognized it.

      “Place looks good,” he said, noticing that the wall between the kitchen and dining room had been knocked out, giving an airier feel. “Amazing what a woman’s touch will do.”

      He purposely looked at Kevin, hoping to lighten the atmosphere. But the problem was that Nina had touched them both, in more ways than one.

      Nina cleared her throat as she spooned gravy over the thin slices of brisket on his plate. “Actually, Kevin is the one who deserves complete credit.”

      Gauge narrowed his gaze on her as the couple shared a glance.

      “I tore the place up after…” Kevin began, then looked at Gauge pointedly.

      Gauge picked up his fork. It seemed everything he said led back to that one night.

      “I didn’t move in until after we married,” Nina said, taking the seat across from him and sliding her hand over Kevin’s. He sat at the head of the table between them. “Kevin wanted me to, but I preferred to wait until we got married.”

      Gauge glanced into the living room, where the gift he’d bought them hung on the wall between the front windows and the door. An authentic dream catcher made by the Ojibwa Indians. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. It would be great if it could really filter out all the bad and leave only the good.

      He forked the mashed potatoes and put a bite into his mouth. He’d been stupid to think he could just come back. That the three of them could take up where they’d left off before that fateful night when Nina had agreed to allow him and Kevin to fix her up with a blind date. More specifically they’d blindfolded her, and she hadn’t known which of the two she’d slept with.

      The food tasted like sawdust in his mouth. He reached for his water glass to help wash it down.

      “So, do you know when you might come back to work at BMC?” Nina asked.

      Kevin’s fork screeched against his plate and Gauge looked at him. He got the distinct impression that his old friend would like nothing better than for Gauge to just walk out of town and never come back.

      Of course, that’s not how he’d felt when Gauge had returned at Nina’s request for their August wedding. Kevin had hugged him like a long-lost brother. And in that one moment, he’d been glad he’d come back. Been reminded of the deep bond of friendship he’d shared with the other man.

      Unfortunately, that’s not the only thing they’d shared.

      He looked over at Nina.

      God, but she was as beautiful as ever. Like a brilliant desert rose whose fragrance he could smell across the table. Her blond hair had grown out a bit from the way she’d once worn it, but it still hung in a shiny curtain around her pretty face. She had on a clingy red, long-sleeved shirt and black pants that hugged her curves in all the right places. It looked like she’d put on a few pounds, and they suited her. Her breasts were a little larger, her bottom high and shapely.

      He picked up his knife and started to cut the meat. Only it refused to be cut.

      All three of them appeared to be doing the same thing at once. And no one was having any luck.

      “Sorry…the beef seems a little on the tough side,” Nina murmured.

      He watched as Kevin folded a piece onto his fork. “I like big bites anyway.”

      Gauge grinned, watching him put the food into his mouth and chew. And chew.

      He followed suit, folding the slice of meat with the help of his knife and then putting it into his mouth.

      It tasted like the belt that held up his jeans. Or what he imagined that must taste like.

      The three of them chewed until finally Nina spit the contents of her mouth into her napkin, her cheeks turning an attractive shade of red.

      “Mmm,” Kevin said. “It’s…delicious, honey.”

      Gauge had to give him credit for swallowing what must have felt like an entire boot in one gulp. Since Kevin had already drained his glass of water, Gauge pushed his own mostly filled glass his way. His friend gave him a look of gratitude as he downed nearly the entire contents.

      A sound came from Nina’s direction. Gauge and Kevin looked to see her eyes bright with tears. Gauge discreetly spit his own bite into his napkin and followed Kevin’s lead.

       “It’s the best home-cooked meal I’ve had in a long time.”

      Only it hadn’t been tears of exasperation that sparkled in her bright blue eyes; rather they were inspired by laughter.

      Nina grinned. “That’s because you probably haven’t had a home-cooked meal in so long you’ve forgotten what it tastes like.”

      Kevin coughed into his napkin. “Actually, that depends on what home you’re talking about. Because in this house,