Things We Never Got Over (Knockemout, #1)

by Lucy Score

She wasn’t my type on any plane of existence. Hell, even in jeans and a Honky Tonk t-shirt, she still looked high-class and high-maintenance. She wouldn’t settle for a few nights between the sheets. She was the kind of woman with expectations. With long-term plans. With honey-do lists and would you minds and can you pleases. Normally I could ignore an attraction to a woman who wasn’t my type. Maybe I needed a break? It had been a while since I’d taken a few days off, had some fun, gotten laid. I did the math, winced. It had been more than a while. That’s what I needed. A few days away. Maybe I’d hit the beach. Read a few fucking novels. Drink a few beers out of someone else’s inventory. Find a good lay with no strings or expectations. I ignored the knee-jerk “meh.” After hitting forty, I’d noticed an alarming ambivalence when it came to the hunt. Laziness most likely. The hunt, the narrowing of the field, the flirtation. What had once been entertaining started to seem like a lot of work for just a night or two.