Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“Yes.”
“Then let’s just focus on those two weeks.”
Beck pulled into the Bitterroot Inn’s parking lot and parked. I had long since turned off the driving directions.
He was holding onto the steering wheel as if it were a lifeline.
“Are you okay?” I asked with a soft laugh. “You look scared.”
Turning his head, he smiled. “I’m nervous as hell. I feel like this is my first time having sex. Or maybe it’s the sneaking around…but I feel like we’re doing something wrong.”
My hand covered my mouth to hide my giggle. “We are sneaking around.”
“I know! Your father is going to kill me. I’m almost twenty-eight years old and I’m worried about a girl’s father catching me. So much has changed over the last few days.” Beck just laughed.
With a shake of my head, I said, “We’re only here in the now, remember?”
“Yeah, your dad is in the now, as well. He’s probably figuring out I was up in his little girl’s room, doing naughty things to her with my mouth.”
I swallowed and squeezed my legs together at the memory. “If you don’t get me into your hotel room soon, I swear I’m going to drag you into the back seat, and to hell with who sees us.”
Beck flung open the door and jogged around to my side. He opened the door and held his hand out for me.
We walked into the hotel lobby and up to the reservation desk. “I lost my key to my room and was wondering if I could get another one.”
The hotel clerk looked at Beck, then to me before she started to type on her computer. “What’s your last name? I’ll need to see your ID.”
My phone rang, and I looked to see who was calling. It was Dexter.
“Excuse me,” I said, as Beck looked at me questioningly. “It’s nothing important.” Walking as far away as I could, I answered. “Hello?”
“Avery, it’s good to hear your voice.”
“Oh, hey.”
“I was wondering if you’d like to go out to dinner tonight, or maybe sometime this week?”
I felt like such a slug. “Um, Dexter, I’m so sorry. I really appreciate you calling and asking me out, but I’m kind of in a relationship right now.”
The phone went silent. Then, “Since last night?”
“Yes. Since last night.” When the man of my dreams made me orgasm up against my mother’s Subaru Outback. “It’s kind of a long story. He wasn’t sure, and last night he saw me, and…”
“He got jealous, and now he wants you.”
“Sure, yeah, something like that.”
Dexter sighed. “Avery, you don’t need a guy like that. I mean, if he didn’t already know what he had right in front of him, he isn’t worth it.”
I watched as Beck handed the girl his driver’s license. My eyes swept over his body. He was wearing jeans, cowboy boots, and a long-sleeve shirt. I’d meant to ask him why in the hell he wasn’t wearing a jacket.
“Trust me, he’s worth it, Dexter. I’m so sorry if I led you on in any way.”
“What does he have that I don’t?”
I wasn’t about to touch that with a ten-foot pole. “I have to run. Again, I’m sorry, Dexter. You deserve to be with a girl who isn’t using you to make another guy jealous.”
“Is that what you were doing?” he asked.
Sighing, I said, “I sure hope not. I’d like to think I’m more mature. I need to go. Bye, Dexter.”
“Yeah, okay. Bye, Avery.”
The phone went silent, and I shoved it into my coat pocket and made my way back to Beck. By the time I approached the desk, he’d stepped away and held up a key card.
“Ready?”
I felt my entire body tremble with excitement. “So ready.”
Chapter Seventeen
AVERY
Was it possible to feel your heartbeat in your ears?
As Beck and I walked hand in hand to the elevator, my heart was pounding in my chest. Beck hit the button for Up and we waited. I rocked side to side as Beck bounced on his toes.
Just as the elevator doors were opening, I heard my name.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Beck whispered.
Turning to see who’d called me, I froze. “No. No, no, no, no!”
Beck squeezed my hand. “Who is it?”
Quickly dropping Beck’s hand, I started to walk toward Ronnie; he worked on the farm side of the ranch.
“Ronnie, what are you doing here?” I asked as I stopped right in front of him. He had a smile on his face and was looking from me to Beck, who was now standing behind me.
“I just dropped off my cousin. I drove to Missoula to pick her up. We’re having a family reunion next weekend, and she’s here for the whole week.”
I raised my brows. “The whole week, huh? That’s nice.”
He nodded as he looked at Beck once again. “I’m sorry, but who’s your friend…?”
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! This is Beck Dahlstrom. He’s from Dallas, Texas.”