am.”
“Not setting you up, okay?” Georgie turned around and put her arm over Nida’s shoulders. “But you’re our friend. I hope Mac will be our friend. That’s all it is. If you guys get along, so much the better. But no pressure. Honest.”
“Uh huh.” She grinned. “So if I just ignore him, you won’t mind?”
“What I’ll mind is if you deliberately stop yourself from having a good time. Even for one night.”
“No rude behavior. That’s the best I can promise.”
“Good enough.” Georgie nodded.
Not that she hadn’t been thinking about the man nearly every waking moment since the sale had closed. Nor had she had unexpected erotic dreams, fantasies where he strode into her bedroom naked, his cock rigid and at attention. How many nights had she had to resort to her personal vibrator to relieve the unexpected sexual tension? No matter how many times she reminded herself she wasn’t a kid anymore and that she had rotten luck with men, she still dreamt of his hands on her breasts and his mouth on her lips, her nipples, and lower still to her clenching pussy. She needed to take herself in hand. Oh, wait. She was already doing that.
“Nida?” Georgie’s voice cut into her thoughts.
“What do you need?”
“Can you turn down the oven on the potatoes? I’m going to toss the salad and put it in the fridge. Cade started the grill before he left so it should be ready to go when he gets back.”
“Grill?” Nida paused with her hand at the oven controls. “Georgie, please tell me you didn’t use any of Cyn’s special rub on them. Please, please, please.”
Georgie burst out laughing. “Not that I didn’t think about it, but I figured it was too much to spring on Mac first time he gets together with us.” She grinned. “Although the extra special herb she puts in it has sure helped the libidos in Saddle Wells.”
“Yes, well, I’m just as happy to leave mine where it is right now. Dormant.”
“Even with a guy as hunky as Mac McDaniel?” Georgie teased.
“He’s a client, for God’s sake,” Nida protested. “You know I don’t mix business with pleasure.”
“If I were single, I wouldn’t mind making his pleasure my business. Just sayin’.” She held up her hand in protest. “Besides, you’ve turned down every eligible man in Rowan County since you moved here a few years ago. Isn’t it about time you stopped giving whoever broke your heart and sent you running here the satisfaction of controlling your life?”
Nida stared, her mouth open. “I’m not—I didn’t—I mean,”
Georgie flapped a hand at her. “We never pry, honey. At least we try not to,” she added hastily. “You made it clear whatever it was isn’t on the table for discussion. But it’s time to stop wasting your life, and we just want to help you do it.”
“And you think getting it on with a client is the way to do it?”
Georgie stored the big bowl of salad in the fridge, closed the door and turned back to Nida. “I’m saying that he’s no longer a client and it wouldn’t hurt to flirt a little. That’s all.”
“Fine. But not tonight, otherwise I’m leaving.”
“Leaving?” Georgie’s jaw dropped. “Okay, okay. Honey, I’m sorry. I’ll lay off, I promise.” Then she winked. “But I can hope, right?”
Nida had a feeling her friend wasn’t letting her off the hook quite so easily.
And truth be told, a tiny thread of anticipation wiggled its way through her. She was pretty damn sure anything between them was just a dead end. While Mac was focused on his mission, something he was totally unaware she knew about, she still had not been able to get him out of her mind.
Bad, Nida. You never learn your lesson. Even after all this time.
Even as she continued to help Georgie in the kitchen, she listened carefully as each vehicle pulled up in the driveway, telling herself she really wasn’t checking to see if it was Cade with Mac. Amy and Buck Montgomery arrived with Reenie and