Sore Winners

Rory spotted her…

Her boyfriend?style='color:black'>

Her friend-style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>plus?style='color:black'>

Rory realized right then that they
hadn’t really talked about what they were to each other.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Tristan had been back almost a month, he was
staying at the inn, they’d seen each other almost every day, and they hadn’t
found time to have the “talk.” What had
they been doing?

style='color:black'>Oh, yeah…

style='color:black'>Stuff… Rory blushed
remembering the night before as Tristan’s polished-blue eyes met with hers from
across the lobby and her knees turned to jelly.

He was talking to an older couple,
guests of the inn. Whatever it was that
he was telling them, had them glued to their spot on the carpet.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He was just captivating that way.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Rory looked on in proud amusement.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> That
was her…

Friend with
benefits?

Make out buddy?style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

style='color:black'>Damn it, they were
going to have to have the “talk” soon!
But first things first… Rory had
to smile at her skewed priorities… This heat was having a weird effect on her!

Tristan broke from the couple with
a very polite nod and walked over to the girl with the shifty feet.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He had to smile in reaction to her nervous
face… what was on her mind now?

“Morning Ror-”
Tristan eased casually into a kiss. Rory
leaned up and kissed him back hungrily, a little impatiently.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> A detail that did not go unnoticed by him, style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>well she wasn’t angry at him anymore… and
something was definitely up…

Rory swallowed, looking up at him
wide eyed, “We have to talk.”

There was that nervous look
again. If Tristan didn’t know any
better, he would have said she was going to break up with him, but that wasn’t
it. She had certainly made a decision,
but it wasn’t that. Too bad she was
choosing to wait or by the look on her face he’d have his answer.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Whatever it was, he’d have to find out later,
for now he decided he was going to give Rory some space… Let her know that he
could take a hint and let her miss him a little like he missed her.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Give her a taste of her own medicine…

“Not now Ror,
I just promised the Browns I would take them to w:st="on">Hartford,” He gestured to the older couple,
“I have some things to take care of up there anyway so I figured I would give
them a lift. We’ll talk when I get
back.”

Then he left.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> No goodbye kiss.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> No “I love you” (thought to his credit he had
never said it.) No explanations on class=GramE>who the “Browns” were. No mention of the plans they had made
for that afternoon. He just left.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She was close enough to the doors to feel a
rush of stifling hot air rush in as the Browns exited behind Tristan.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Rory flinched her
eyes closed from the hellish heat feeling a beat of sweat trickling down the
back of her neck.

style='color:black'>Hot ass summer…

So why did she still feel frigid?