Free Life Rewired (Aspen Friends, Book 3) by Lynn Galli Page A

Maybe she thought she’d coax us both into the cab.
    My mind immediately flashed on a threesome with her and Molly. It’s definitely been a while if I’m considering something I’ve never been into and with someone I never would have considered a bed partner. But now the image flittered through my system, sparking nerve endings along the way. My sex drive had died in prison out of necessity. I barely managed to resurrect it after I got out. Now it was flaring so hot I felt perspiration spot my upper lip.
    Molly studied me for a second, curious at my apparent lack of focus. She mouthed, this okay?
    I nodded and let her lead us out of the bar. As wingmen went, Molly was pretty great. If I’d wanted to leave with this woman, she would have backed off and found another ride home. Who could ask for more with a good buddy?
    We loaded the woman into the cab, her clinging to our hands until we could finally shut the door in her face. Since she was able to give directions to the cabbie, I didn’t feel guilty about the chances of her making it home all right.
    “Her breath smelled like an open box of wine,” Molly said as we watched the cab roll away. She swiped a hand through the bangs that normally succumbed to a natural cowlick and stayed off her forehead. The cap she wore for the game ruined her perfectly coiffed wave.
    I chuckled, watching her second more persistent pass through the offending bangs. “You didn’t have her breathing right on you for the good part of an hour.”
    “Hey, I thought you were into it. She’s not going to play mind games like J&B.” She studied my expression. “Guess not. We could come back on Sunday to meet some of my old teammates?”
    Molly the Pimp. Amusing. “Not this week.”
    “Too intense?”
    Intense? No. Too much? Maybe. That word came up often in her speech, almost like she felt it was a complaint about her. I liked Molly’s intensity. I never felt like I didn’t have her attention when she spoke to me. It was a refreshing change from the distraction-filled world I now found myself living in.
    “No, it’s been fun. Just tired.” I glanced at her, realizing that I might have messed with her plans. “You sure stirred up those ladies.”
    “Like I can shut this down.” She gestured to her body with a cocky look that broke into laughter almost immediately.
    I laughed with her. It had been a long time since someone could make me laugh this much. “Must be a hard burden to bear.”
    “It is, but I soldier on.”
    When we reached my car, I offered, “It’s okay if you wanted to finish the night with one or both of those women. I can find my way home.”
    “I’m good right where I am.” She acted as if she’d never dream of ditching her buddy for a woman. The way she attracted women at the softball fields, I found it hard to believe she wouldn’t have gone off with someone in the past. Yet here she was seemingly unbothered by missing out on sex with one of those women.
    “Whatever you say.” After all I’d walked away from sex tonight, too, and I wasn’t bothered by it.
    She watched me unlock her door and step back. “Did you lose your key fob?”
    “Bought it used and the guy didn’t have them.” Six years used with high mileage, one set of keys, and a suspect smell in the backseat. It took two upholstery shampoos before I could bear to take a drive. All of that helped make it affordable for my limited after prison resources.
    “Sucks. Then again you’ll never lock your keys in your car.”
    I slid into my seat and looked over at her. “You like the bright side, don’t you?”
    “What’s not to like?” She smiled, and I wondered why I’d ever thought her face looked angry when I first met her. Even when she was angry, she masked it pretty well. That smile, though, was pure allure, and I was lucky enough to see it often.
    “Buckle up.”
    “Boss me around,” she muttered with a huge smile and reached back for her seatbelt as I pulled out of our