Free Love Revealed: A BWWM Sweet Romance Novel by Lydia Arcayne

checking his email and the news and reading, then he worked until 8p.m. and tried to be in bed for 9:30 at the latest. It was a good routine, similar to the one he had used for his first book. He found he had to stick to it or he got nothing done and would sit on the net all day long, making excuses for himself  

    He had heard from Darla once since he left her that night at her house. Her mother was very ill and the situation was not looking good for her recovery. He had asked her if he could help in any way, but she said there was plenty of family around and way too many casseroles at her house, but thank you. He didn't want to push it with her, so he just told her he was at the end of the phone line if she wanted to talk. He had asked about Adeen and how she was coping and Darla had replied that she had given up on the idea of going to camp now, she didn't want to be away if her grandmother died. Guy had felt very sad at this as he knew how much the camp meant to her.  

    He stared off into space for a while then got back to writing. He had already gotten half way through and without any self editing, sent it off for his editor to have a read through. He was pretty hungry and couldn't help thinking about what he was going to have for dinner that evening. He had made up a batch of chilli and was thinking of having some in a burrito. His stomach was growling. He had only eaten a small salad for lunch, it was the last of a bowl he had made up a few days ago and needed eating today. It was good, but certainly not filling enough for a grown man. Thats it he thought, I'm being a rule breaker and going to make dinner now.  

    After dinner, he sat fully satisfied with his chilli burrito and had a beer. He was allowed a beer after dinner, but no more than two on a weeknight. It just messed up his writing too much. He will have time for some drinks in a week when he goes to the mainland. He is taking his tent and is going to sleep over, so no rushing back and attempting to steer a boat over the limit! He was unsure whether he should call Darla when he got to town. Her mother is probably still ill and she would want to be on call for her if something went wrong, but on the other hand she could probably do with a break from the stress. Monika could look after Adeen, they'd go out have a few drinks, maybe come back to his tent for some 'snuggling'. Who was he kidding, he thought. It's been over a year since he went to bed with somebody. He was not the groupie type, there were women and some men, who would very openly flirt with him at book signings and readings he was forced to go to for book promotions. He never slept with anybody from those events. They were all involved in various fan groups online, he would die if a story about him sleeping with a fan got out like that. He's not that type of guy, as tempting as the offers always are. The last woman he slept with was a girlfriend, albeit a very short relationship. They met at a bar when he was visiting his brother, he had had to escape the kids excessive fighting, so he had gone to one very far from the house. She had been with some friends and approached him at his table. He had ordered a steak and fries and was drinking an old fashioned. She had introduced herself as Margaret.  

CHAPTER TWELVE

    "Hi, my names Margaret, is it okay if I sit down?"
    "Sure, but I hope you don't mind if I just eat my meal here."
    "No, go ahead. I just had the same. It's delicious. What’re you drinking, I'll order you another."
    "Old fashioned, thanks."
    She had ordered the drinks and they both quickly finished off the ones they had going. They had chatted about her job, she was a pharmacist at the local store. She lived alone, she was intrigued but not starstruck when he told her what he did for a living. They talked for a while and she invited him back to her place. They had listened to some records and then made love. He had left the next morning, with no intentions of seeing her again, mostly