Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“You look…um…” I cleared my throat. “You look beautiful, Morgan. You take my breath away.”
A blush moved up her neck and into her cheeks, giving her an even more stunning glow. “Thank you. And you’re looking very handsome,” she said with a grin, her eyes moving up my body and landing on my mouth before she jerked her gaze up to meet mine.
I rubbed my slightly stubbled jaw. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to shave.”
She shook her head. “I like the day-old stubble. It adds to your ruggedly handsome looks.”
“Tell my father that. He about bit my head off when he saw me.”
Morgan chuckled. “Let me grab my clutch and phone, then we can head out.”
When she turned, I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering down to her ass. Fucking hell, that dress was going to have me fighting a hard-on all damn evening. I nearly moaned when she bent to grab her clutch from the coffee table.
Deciding I needed to look somewhere else, I took in all the boxes that Morgan still needed to get to. “Do you need help unpacking sometime?”
She glanced around before she looked at me, a brilliant smile on her face. “Are you offering to help?”
“I am,” I replied with a smile of my own. “I just figured with you moving and trying to get things ready for the opening of the store, you could use some help.”
“That’s sweet of you, but Rose and Avery are going to be stopping by this weekend to help me out. Rose has such an artistic eye, I was hoping she’d help me decorate.”
I nodded. “Well, the offer stands if you need any help with anything.”
Her eyes seemed to twinkle as she whispered, “Thank you.”
“Ready?” I asked, holding my arm out for her to take. She nodded.
The drive to the country club was filled with Morgan talking about the new store, her designs, and how shocked she still was that Georgiana was taking such a leap of faith with her. She said she prayed she wouldn’t let anyone down.
“Morgan, you are incredibly talented, and Georgiana sees that in you. She wouldn’t have asked you to do this if she didn’t believe you could.”
I felt her eyes on me. “You really think I’m talented? I mean, I know I’ve asked you that before.”
Taking a quick glance in her direction, I said, “Of course I do. I’ve seen how you’ve gone from cutting up your Barbie clothes to make new ones all the way to the outfits you’ve made for yourself through the years. Did you make the dress you’re wearing?” I asked.
“First, thank you for that sweet compliment, Ryan. It really means a lot to me. And no, I bought this dress, but it’s super cute.”
I let out a humorless laugh. “Cute is not the word I would use to describe that dress.”
“Really?” she said, a bit of teasing in her voice. “What word would you use?”
Turning down the drive that led to the country club, I looked at her. “Sexy. Sexy as fuck.”
Morgan blushed. “That’s three words.”
She looked away from me and stared out the window. I’d have given anything to know what she was thinking. But we both remained silent until we pulled up to valet parking.
“Are you staying with us, sir?” the younger man asked as I handed him my keys.
“No, just dinner.”
He filled out the valet ticket and handed it to me. “Text this number when you’re ready to leave, and we’ll have your vehicle here and waiting for you.”
“Great,” I said as I handed him some cash. “I appreciate it.”
“Thank you, sir.”
After rounding the front of my truck, I held out my arm once again for Morgan. She took it and we walked through the club to the restaurant. It had a beautiful view of the Bitterroot Mountain range, and we were right on time to watch the sunset.
“Someday I want a log home,” Morgan said, looking around as if she’d never set foot in the country club before. Hell, her parents were part owners—even though they hardly ever used their membership.
“I’ll have to show you the plans for my future house…or the drawing, I should say. Rose sat down with me one day when she was in town and drew them out. It’s only a dream right now.”
She looked over at me. “You want to build a log home?”
“At the moment, I’m trying to find some land to build it on. I’d like to be close to the ranch but also close to downtown, especially if I open up a brewery.”
Morgan looked like she was about to ask a question when we were interrupted by a woman about my age. “Good evening,” she greeted as she glanced between me and Morgan. “Do you have reservations?”
Morgan answered, “Yes. Morgan Shaw, for two.”
The woman’s eyes lit up as she recognized Morgan’s last name. “Oh! Yes, we have your table ready, Ms. Shaw. Please, follow me.”