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was going to have a talk with her about what she could
and couldn’t do.

Chapter Seven
     
    “Luce, we need to talk.”
    She turned around and smiled. “Nick! Hey, good morning. What
are you doing here so early?”
    He sat down opposite her, but not before grabbing himself a
cup of coffee. “I wanted to talk to you.”
    “Really? Good, I wanted to talk to you too. I need advice!”
    She looked awfully peppy this morning, he thought as he
sipped his third coffee of the day. And it was only nine… “Advice about what?
And where’s Lex?”
    She rolled her eyes. “Are you kidding? He’s not up yet.
Well, he is, but not alone. He’s with his co-ed du jour . She seemed nice
enough last night, but she seriously needs to improve on her faking.”
    “Huh?”
    She grinned. “You know what I mean. She’s so bad at it.” He
watched as she tilted her head and let out a very loud moan. “Ohhhh. Gawd,
Alex, fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
    “Lucy!”
    She started giggling. “You should see your face. Don’t
worry, babe, I don’t fake.”
    “I wasn’t worried about that!”
    “Oh. Well, good then.” She took a sip of her coffee, and
while he was still recovering from that moan, asked, “I need advice. Can I ask
you something?”
    He knew this wouldn’t end well, but he braced himself and
nodded. “What do you want to know?”
    “Do men prefer Brazilians or landing strips?”
    His brain became mush for a good thirty seconds. He forced
himself to stop gaping and, hoping his voice wouldn’t crack, asked, “Why do you
need to know that?”
    She beamed back at him. “I’m going to the spa this morning.
Actually, I need to leave soon.” She pushed her chair back and stood up, and
while he admired her body, clad in a simple T-shirt and shorts, she kept
talking, “I’m going to get waxed, but I was wondering about shaking it up, you
know. I usually keep a little bit there, but I’ve read that men like the bald
look best. So?”
    It took him a little while to understand she was waiting for
his opinion. He gulped. “Huh. I don’t know.”
    “That’s not very helpful, Nick.” She grabbed their cups and
deposited them in the sink, running water over them before turning back to face
him. “You sure men don’t have a preference?”
    “I liked, huh, what you had. Before, I mean. It was, you
know…it was fine.”
    “Just fine?” She scrunched up her nose.
    He exploded. He shot out of his chair and pointed his finger
at her. “Let’s talk about something else, like what you were doing leaving me
messages while you were drunk! Anyone could have heard you, damn it, Lucy!”
    “Oh.” She waved her hand in the air as if it didn’t matter.
“That was nothing.”
    Nothing? After he’d spent the entire night tossing
and turning in his bed, driving himself crazy as he wondered whether he
shouldn’t go to her and take care of her “problem”. But no, she thought it’d
been nothing? “Are you freaking kidding?”
    She shrugged and took a few steps toward the door. “I’m
going to be late. Tell Alex he needs to clean the bathroom, okay? Have a good
day!” She whirled around, but stopped and turned back to add, “And who said I
was drunk?” She winked and left.
    He fell back in his chair and dropped his forehead onto the
tabletop. Her words spun inside his head. She hadn’t been drunk. Was that
really what she’d implied? That she’d left that message, knowing fully well
he’d hear it and go crazy with need? Was she really that devious? Lucy?
    No, he must have understood it wrong. No, she wouldn’t do
that. Not his Lucy.
    * * * * *
    He’d been very wrong, completely and utterly wrong for that
matter. His Lucy was all grown up, and man, could she play hard. Summer was at
an end, but nothing had changed. It felt as if every time he turned around, she
was there. Teasing, flirting, driving him up the wall.
    He hadn’t been able to fuck anyone else since their weekend
at the lake. He’d tried, damn, but he’d