Finding The One (Meadowview Heroes 1; The Meadowview Series 5) by Rochelle French Page B

They keep him running, and usually in opposite directions. Betsy’s at a play date.” Milla peeked at her daughter, who had settled back into a world of dreams. “Now tell me all. Did you boink last night, or what?”
    Heat flushed Trudy’s face.
    “You did! Oh god, you totally did him!” Milla squealed and jiggled in her seat. “Why aren’t you more excited? He was hot! Details, details, details.”
    Shaking her head, Trudy said, “It’s too depressing to talk about.”
    “Don’t you dare keep a secret from me, Trudy. I always tell you stuff, good or bad. Now dish.” Milla propped both elbows on the gleaming kitchen table and leaned her chin on her hands, staring with intent eyes at her sister.
    Trudy bit the inside of her lip, tonguing the already-created bite mark. She didn’t want to be reminded of the sex fiasco, but she knew Milla—refusing to talk about Mac would be easier if she were being interrogated by the FBI. Besides, her sister was her best friend. Who else would she tell?
    Milla prodded, saying, “I’m the married mother of what’s about to be five kids. Jarrod’s amazing in the sack—”
    “TMI, Milla!”
    “—but the excitement of hooking up with a hot guy no longer exists for me. So indulge me and speak. Start with the good parts.”
    “Can’t.”
    “Why not?”
    Trudy shoved herself up from the kitchen table and pretended to be busy tidying up the bagel crumbs. “No amazing sex, that’s why.”
    Milla blinked. “But I thought you boinked him.”
    Her back stiffened. “I boinked him, yeah. It just…it wasn’t amazing, that’s all.”
    “Good?”
    Trudy shook her head.
    “Mediocre?”
    She couldn’t bring herself to even respond, and instead plopped heavily back into her chair and propped her elbows in the table, hands shoved in her hair.
    “Oh God, Trudy, did it totally suck?” Milla’s last question came out on a whisper.
    Trudy raised her head and looked at her sister with what she was sure was an expression of abject dejection. “He said, and I quote , that it was the worst sex ever known in the history of mankind.”
    Milla sucked in an audible breath. “Oh, wow. I’m so sorry, sweetie. What happened, did he need a little blue pill? Was he less than endowed?”
    “It just ended up being really bad sex, that’s all. We banged heads. I broke a lamp. Poor guy was lucky he made it through the night alive.”
    “Broken lamp? Sounds hot to me. No?” Milla sighed when Trudy shook her head. “So you had bad sex. Maybe you two just need practice. When are you seeing him again?”
    Trudy swallowed. “Never.”
    “Why not?”
    She pulled herself back up but remained slumped in her chair. “He never even asked my last name. As soon as it was over, I took off. I couldn’t wait around to hear more about how I’m such a blasted failure.”
    “You’re not a failure.” Milla frowned, then leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. At least, she tried. The pregnant belly got a bit in the way. “Trudy, you’re wonderful. Intelligent, beautiful, compassionate—”
    Gabbie started fussing, her soft cries thankfully drawing Milla’s attention. She undid the fastenings of the car seat and pulled the baby out, then held Gabbie up high and gave a sniff. “She needs changing, but I desperately need to pee first. The watermelon is sitting right on my bladder.” She handed the infant to Trudy. “Here, hold her for me until I get back.”
    The scent of baby powder wafted over Trudy. Longing to hold her own baby suddenly overwhelmed her and froze her in place. Gabbie’s soft face had crinkled itself up in preparation for an oncoming squall. Trudy knew she should reach her arms out to her niece but couldn’t seem make her appendages obey.
    “Trudy?”
    She moved then, but apparently too slowly for Milla, who pulled the baby back to her.
    “You know,” Milla said, her voice tight and constrained, “when we were young, you were the one who couldn’t get