“Missy Martin kissed Bucky Largent.”
“Oh. And you like Bucky?”
Lacy crinkled her nose in disgust as she looked at Logan. “Eww. No. Gross.”
“You like Missy?”
She rolled her eyes. “No. But now I’m the only girl in my class who hasn’t kissed a boy.”
Logan chuckled. She expected him to walk away, as he clearly didn’t find her reason for crying very important.
Once again, he did the unexpected. He put the cooler down and sat next to her on the loveseat. “I wouldn’t worry about that too much. You’re going to kiss lots of guys in your life. Doesn’t matter if you’re last or not.”
“Nobody likes me like that.”
“They will.”
Lacy had her doubts. The boys in her class tended to flock toward the girls with the big boobs. Hers had yet to make an appearance. “Pretty sure I’m going to die alone.”
Logan laughed and stood up. “Tell you what. If nobody’s kissed you by the time you’re eighteen, I’ll kiss you.” With that, he picked up the cooler and headed back into the house, while Lacy did some math.
In five years, Logan Grady was going to kiss her. Lacy had waited this long. She could wait five more years.
Chapter Six
Macie stood with her hands on her hips. “Alright. Let’s have it.”
Lacy looked at her cousin, wondering what she’d forgotten. “Have what?”
“Who is he?”
Lacy bit her lower lip, especially when Evan’s head popped up as he dipped one of his fries in ketchup.
“He?” Evan asked.
Lacy shook her head and fought like the devil not to cry. “There is no he.”
She was able to say the words with confidence because they were true. Logan hadn’t returned a single one of her calls in five days and, despite her efforts to get him alone, the man somehow always managed to have customers in his shop.
She’d stopped by his place after hours the last two nights, but he either wasn’t in or he wasn’t answering the door.
He had told her when he left Friday that it was over. He’d blown her world away with the clamps, plug, and dildo. Given her the greatest sexual experience of her life and then, at the end, he’d simply walked away.
Once he said he was leaving, she hadn’t bothered to beg or plead. One look at his determined face told her all she needed to know. He wouldn’t be swayed.
As a result, he’d left her with a big freaking hole in her chest where he had ripped her heart out.
“There’s no one.”
Her cousin studied her face too closely for Lacy’s comfort, so she worked hard to keep her expression impassive.
“Only guy troubles would explain your behavior the last few weeks.”
Lacy rolled her eyes. “I’m behaving like I always do.”
Macie made an annoying buzzer sound, as if Lacy had given the wrong answer on a game show. “Nope. You’ve been all over the charts. Testy as hell one day, then the next you’re walking on air. Spent the better part of a week yelling your name until you finally managed to pull your head out of your daydreaming ass long enough to answer me. During that phase, I had to brush my teeth twelve times a day while trying not to get a toothache looking at that sappy, sweet, can’t-wipe-the-grin-off-your-face look. Now you’ve spent the last few days moping around here like you lost your best friend. If that’s not some man fucking with your head, then I don’t know what else it could be. You’ve got all the classic symptoms.”
“Lace?” Evan asked. She hated seeing the worry in his eyes.