friend—you know, like a buddy.”
“Like you and Molly.”
Drake set his glass on the table.
“Okay, like us, but no. Anyway,” he struggled to find
the right words, “anyway, this friend of my friend’s is really hot.
I mean, really, really hot, but she’s his friend.”
Seeing Levi’s mouth open, he jumped in. “Yes, like
Molly’s hot and she’s my friend. Anyway, he’s really into her, but
he doesn’t want to lose her as a friend. What do you think he
should do?”
Levi settled his chair back on all four legs. “I say
he should bang her.”
“What? No!” Startled, Drake tried to explain. “It’s
not like that. If this guy just wants to get laid, he has plenty of
other choices. He’s not a bad-looking guy. He’s always been able to
get girls.”
“Okay, what’s it like?”
Rolling the bottom of his glass against the table,
Drake took a breath and said, “My friend likes this woman. She’s
been his friend, his go-to person. It’s not like having sex with
some random women in a bar.”
“Again, okay.”
Still rolling his glass back and forth, he met Levi’s
gaze. “My friend is wondering if…maybe this is more than sex. If he
really loves….you know, likes this woman.”
Levi grinned across the table at him. “Maybe he
does.”
“But she’s his friend. I mean they’ve known each
other a long time. What it—what if things don’t work out?” Drake
stopped, not sure how to put his disturbed feelings into words. “If
they have sex…if he starts, you know, dating her…then he may lose
his friend. What if they break up? That could end the friendship,
but he’s into her in a big way.”
Not responding right away, his friend spoke after a
few minutes. “Sounds serious.”
Drake looked up. “It may be. It may be serious.”
“Then your friend ought to give it a chance.” Levi’s
smile seemed almost gentle, like he knew they were talking about
Drake’s dilemma. “I was the last guy to recommend getting all
torqued up over a woman…until I was myself. Maybe your friend
should go for it.”
Clearing his suddenly thick throat, Drake said, “It
could be a big mistake though. What if they don’t get together?
Then the guy’s lost the girl he’s hot for and his best friend is
gone forever.”
“It could go down that way, but more often, people
are staying friends after breaking up. She might be okay with going
back to being friends.”
Drake looked at his friend, potential scenarios
flashing though his head. He couldn’t deal with seeing Molly,
knowing some other guy was kissing her sweet, pink nipples and
thrusting into her hot, tight body. “What if this woman stomps on
him?”
Again, he thought. What if she dumped him again?
“Kicks his heart into the goal posts. Then he’s lost a friend and a
vital organ.”
Levi laughed. “Yes, that would be bad.”
Drawing in a deep breath, Drake envisioned himself
being dumped by Molly and her going off with another guy. “I think
he should just call it a day on the romance angle. You know, if he
kissed the girl or maybe more, he could say they should just go on
being friends. Nothing more.”
“He could do that.”
“Sex with her could be a big mistake.” Draining the
last of his drink, he sat the glass on the table and tried not to
think that he may have already screwed things up by screwing
Molly.
* * *
“I slept with Drake,” Molly said miserably, squatting
next to the raised vegetable bed Abby was weeding.
Abby glanced around at the others working in the
Austin area community garden, straggled out over the acre set aside
for the various plantings.
Keeping her voice low, she exclaimed, “Wow. Finally!
Great.”
Leaning closer, she lowered her voice even more. “I
mean, it was great, right? You didn’t hate it?”
“It was fantastic.” Molly knew she sounded as
mournful as if her grandmother had died.
Going back to tilling the dirt in front of her and
pulling out loosened weeds between rows of tiny
“Like you and Molly.”
Drake set his glass on the table.
“Okay, like us, but no. Anyway,” he struggled to find
the right words, “anyway, this friend of my friend’s is really hot.
I mean, really, really hot, but she’s his friend.”
Seeing Levi’s mouth open, he jumped in. “Yes, like
Molly’s hot and she’s my friend. Anyway, he’s really into her, but
he doesn’t want to lose her as a friend. What do you think he
should do?”
Levi settled his chair back on all four legs. “I say
he should bang her.”
“What? No!” Startled, Drake tried to explain. “It’s
not like that. If this guy just wants to get laid, he has plenty of
other choices. He’s not a bad-looking guy. He’s always been able to
get girls.”
“Okay, what’s it like?”
Rolling the bottom of his glass against the table,
Drake took a breath and said, “My friend likes this woman. She’s
been his friend, his go-to person. It’s not like having sex with
some random women in a bar.”
“Again, okay.”
Still rolling his glass back and forth, he met Levi’s
gaze. “My friend is wondering if…maybe this is more than sex. If he
really loves….you know, likes this woman.”
Levi grinned across the table at him. “Maybe he
does.”
“But she’s his friend. I mean they’ve known each
other a long time. What it—what if things don’t work out?” Drake
stopped, not sure how to put his disturbed feelings into words. “If
they have sex…if he starts, you know, dating her…then he may lose
his friend. What if they break up? That could end the friendship,
but he’s into her in a big way.”
Not responding right away, his friend spoke after a
few minutes. “Sounds serious.”
Drake looked up. “It may be. It may be serious.”
“Then your friend ought to give it a chance.” Levi’s
smile seemed almost gentle, like he knew they were talking about
Drake’s dilemma. “I was the last guy to recommend getting all
torqued up over a woman…until I was myself. Maybe your friend
should go for it.”
Clearing his suddenly thick throat, Drake said, “It
could be a big mistake though. What if they don’t get together?
Then the guy’s lost the girl he’s hot for and his best friend is
gone forever.”
“It could go down that way, but more often, people
are staying friends after breaking up. She might be okay with going
back to being friends.”
Drake looked at his friend, potential scenarios
flashing though his head. He couldn’t deal with seeing Molly,
knowing some other guy was kissing her sweet, pink nipples and
thrusting into her hot, tight body. “What if this woman stomps on
him?”
Again, he thought. What if she dumped him again?
“Kicks his heart into the goal posts. Then he’s lost a friend and a
vital organ.”
Levi laughed. “Yes, that would be bad.”
Drawing in a deep breath, Drake envisioned himself
being dumped by Molly and her going off with another guy. “I think
he should just call it a day on the romance angle. You know, if he
kissed the girl or maybe more, he could say they should just go on
being friends. Nothing more.”
“He could do that.”
“Sex with her could be a big mistake.” Draining the
last of his drink, he sat the glass on the table and tried not to
think that he may have already screwed things up by screwing
Molly.
* * *
“I slept with Drake,” Molly said miserably, squatting
next to the raised vegetable bed Abby was weeding.
Abby glanced around at the others working in the
Austin area community garden, straggled out over the acre set aside
for the various plantings.
Keeping her voice low, she exclaimed, “Wow. Finally!
Great.”
Leaning closer, she lowered her voice even more. “I
mean, it was great, right? You didn’t hate it?”
“It was fantastic.” Molly knew she sounded as
mournful as if her grandmother had died.
Going back to tilling the dirt in front of her and
pulling out loosened weeds between rows of tiny
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