That was when Truitt walked in. Right at the exact moment it appeared I was being entertained by another man. I let out a sigh.
The moment he walked in, the air in the room changed. I felt a sensation go down my spine that left me in a state of wanting. Just what I wanted wasn’t very clear. But it most certainly involved Truitt Carter. I might have made a promise to myself to not get involved with anyone, but there was no denying I had feelings for Truitt, still. And a part of me thought he might have some for me, as well.
“I’m fine. You really didn’t need to follow me out here, Abram.” My voice sounded a bit like I was reprehending him, and a part of me felt guilty for that. When Wendy had invited me to this dinner, she hadn’t told me she was attempting to set me and Abram up. The guy was nice, but he wasn’t anyone I would normally be interested in. Some hotshot investor type who lived in Austin full time but had a place here in Boerne to visit on the weekends. Wendy had met him at a conference a number of years back and had dated him, only to find him boring as hell. Of course, she hadn’t told me any of that before the dinner. Only when I got here and figured out she was trying to set this up like a blind date but out in the open, did I come to my own conclusions.
“Oh, I wasn’t worried, just wanted to make sure all was well,” he said.
“It’s fine!” I said, attempting to make my voice sound chipper and less like I wanted to stab him for interrupting me with Truitt.
Truitt.
Good Lord, why was the man invading my thoughts so much? Not to mention my dreams. I had actually woken up recently so horny after a pretty intense dream staring Mr. Carter himself that I found myself slipping my hand into my panties and giving myself some much-needed relief. Something I rarely ever did.
“Abram, I’m really sorry, but I’m actually coming down with a massive headache. I’m going to find Wendy and Pete and let them know I’m leaving.”
His face went into an almost pout. “You’re leaving before we really had a chance to get to know one another.”
“I’m sure you’ll find plenty of other people to chat with. Wendy and Pete seem to know how to throw a dinner party,” I replied.
With that, he finally got the hint that I wasn’t interested.
“Do you need someone to drive you home?”
“No,” I said, brushing that off with a wave of my hand. “It’s been a long week, I’m simply tired is all.”
He nodded and said, “Well, it was nice to finally meet you. Wendy has talked about you a lot the last few weeks.”
I forced a smile. Wendy had very much neglected to tell me about him. “It was nice meeting you, as well. Enjoy the rest of the evening.”
Before he had a chance to say anything else, I made my way over to Wendy who was starting to direct people onto the back patio.
“Wendy!” I called out, getting her attention before she made her way outside.
“Saryn! We haven’t had a chance to chat since you got here!” Wendy said, a huge grin spread across her face.
There was an evil look in her eye. One that said she had been up to no good.
“You’ve been busy with your other guests, and besides, Abram kept me company.”
Her brows lifted, and then in a low, seductive voice, she said, “He did? Good!”
“Yeah, not that kind of company. As much as I appreciate you trying to set me up without telling me, I’m not interested in dating him, Wendy.”
She folded her arms over her chest and narrowed one eye at me. “Really? And why not?”
I shrugged, not feeling like I needed to go into why with her.
A perfect eyebrow arched. “Only interested in dating Truitt Carter?”
“What!” I said in a disbelieving laugh.
“Please, girl, I saw the way you went after him when he walked in and then turned right around and walked back out. I don’t blame you. Most of the single women in Boerne are interested in Truitt. The man is rumored to have a lot of money. Not to mention, he’s very easy on the eyes.”
I wasn’t even sure how to respond to that.
“Abram has money, too, and I feel he’s handsome,” she added. “Maybe not the kind of handsome that makes a girl want to drop her panties for him, but he would be a good match.”
“For whom?”
“You, silly!” Wendy laughed.
“Wendy, you told me not even an hour ago you broke up with him because he was boring and you realized that he made a better friend than a boyfriend.”