Finally Found

The questions began as soon as the wine was uncorked. “What made you change your mind?” He asked as he poured her glass.

“What do you mean?” She looked completely confused.

“The sex. What made you change your mind? You seemed to have a pretty firm stance on it the other night. And then today…bam! It was on.” He shook his head and smiled at the memory. “I just wondered what had changed. I mean, it was awesome and if I want a repeat performance, I should discover the secret, right?” He winked at her as he sat down in his chair.

“There is no secret. My stance…as you put it…hasn’t changed. We both had a need. That’s all.” She shrugged as she daintily ate a forkful of pot roast and carrot. “Wine.”

“Wine is the secret?” He tried to dazzle her with the smile that would imply there was no shortage of wine for him to get her back into bed. Maybe another bed this time. He hadn’t had sex in the bunk beds for years and he had never had sex in the master bedroom or Sam’s room. He rubbed his hands together with glee.

She sighed loudly and snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Come on back, big boy. Don’t make me sorry that I shared my body for our mutual pleasure. The wine was about my need to get a wine count so we can plan for the cocktail party.”

His smile faded. “You are all business one minute, all pleasure the next. I have trouble keeping up.”

“I told you. Even that was business. We were just taking care of a need…together. That’s all. Don’t make it something it’s not. I know of at least 117 women that would claim you never had these mushy feelings after sex. Yet here you are, hassling me.” She frowned. “I’m going to think long and hard before I ever get you…long and hard again.”

With that, they wore their business faces. They ate dinner amicably, while Adam missed the warmth that might have been between them. After dinner, he washed, deciding to do all the clean up, rather than suffer from her presence in the room. Cammie had simply shrugged and said she had work to do before exiting the kitchen. He hadn’t seen her since.

Apparently she went to her room for the night and he went to his. Not his parents’ former room, but to the room he grew up in. This room hid many of his secrets. There was something special about coming back to a place that had meant so much. This house really did. This was the home of his first summer romance. This was the place that he had lost his mother. It was in this place that he realized he would probably never find love. Now, just in case he forgot, he had Cammie the ice queen to remind him. Love was stupid. It was a weak and wasted emotion. Thank God, he’d never had to worry about it.