Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 138683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Giddiness creeping up to take me over.
All mixed up with this heady desire that spun through me like a storm.
Disordered and unruly.
Yup.
Addicted.
And I did not want help.
Eden laughed from the side of us, breaking through the intensity.
“Um, hello, hi, remember me, your BFF?” She lifted her hand in a tiny wave.
I’d given Eden the rundown on the way over.
The fact that Milo and I were now together together. That what we had was no longer a sham.
It was real and true.
Along with the rest of the terrifying things that went along with it.
An exaggerated frown puckered my face. “I’m sorry, no, who are you? It seems someone has turned my mind to mush.”
“That sounds like a horrible state of affairs.” She mocked a gasp as she touched her chest.
“No, it’s really not. Believe me, life is much easier this way.”
“Where’s Salem? She needs to be here so she can see what a goober you really are,” Eden said.
I pouted. “I miss her. That damn baby is stealing all my Salem time.”
“How dare he.” Playfulness danced on her face.
“I know.” My head shook with mock sadness.
A chuckle rumbled from Milo. “All right, you two. I should get you to the table.”
“Oh, no, Milo, we are dancing tonight.”
His brow lifted. “You trying to make my night harder?”
I hiked up on my toes so I could whisper in his ear. “I plan to make it much, much better.”
He groaned. “Tiny Tease.”
“Only for my beast.”
Then I patted his chest and strode around him, snagging Eden’s hand as I went so I could strut in front of him.
“You are going to make that poor man lose his mind,” Eden whispered so only I could hear.
“It’s only fair since that mountain man has stolen my heart.”
And I was never getting it back.
I could feel his watchful gaze rushing over me as Eden and I danced. We were on the edge of the dance floor, and I was letting loose because hello, it was me, and I was not the kind of girl who turned down the opportunity for a good time.
Bonus?
I really was going to make Milo lose his mind. The man was positively vibrating with want.
Want for me.
Those eyes continually swept over my body before his jaw would clench in restraint and he’d tear his attention away.
Lights strobed over the crowd that writhed and throbbed in a mass.
Tonight, there was a DJ, the house packed, the vibe different than when a band was playing.
On nights like these, it felt more entrancing.
Hypnotic.
Lust permeating the air and inhibitions crushed.
But my only desire was for Milo, who stalked the side of the dance floor like he was hunting prey.
He was what was mesmerizing.
Magnetic.
He made my thighs throb and my insides quake.
Leann, my favorite cocktail server, came waltzing by, lifting two glasses filled with yummy, sugary, tequila-laden goodness in the air.
“Margarita time!” I squealed over the music. Grabbing Eden’s hand, I hauled her off the dance floor to the small round table where Leann was setting our drinks.
“Two margaritas, on the house.” She winked and gestured to Trent who stood guard at the edge of the bar, watching over us almost as closely as Milo.
Giggling, Eden took a sip. “Well, I guess I’d better be getting something out of this.”
“I’m sure you’re getting plenty,” Leann told her in her southern accent.
I cracked up. “Oh, she is. I accidentally walked in on that biz one time, and hot damn...”
Trent was packing almost as large as Milo.
Almost.
Eden swatted at me from over the top of the table. “You have no filter.”
“There’s no filtering that, Eden.”
Leann howled. “You’re a terrible person, making my mind go there.”
“You’re welcome.” I grinned.
Eden shook her head as Leann walked away and disappeared into the fray. “You are so much, Tessa McDaniels.”
“Just the right amount, wouldn’t you say?”
“I would have to agree.” She clinked my glass.
Emotion rushed me out of nowhere. “Will you be my maid of honor? For real?”
The softest smile edged her mouth, and she reached over the table and squeezed my hand. “Of course, I will be. I am your ride or die, aren’t I?”
“Until the end.”
There was no erasing the smile from my face. Well, not until I saw Milo pull his phone from his back pocket and freeze. The man just stood there in the middle of the chaos looking at the screen.
Dread slithered down my spine, or maybe I was feeling the wash of his. The ice that seeped from his pores and frosted the air in a cold mist.
“I think I’m going to go check to see how Milo is doing.”
“Trent has been eyeing me for some alone time for about the last thirty minutes, anyway.”
Light laughter filtered from me, though it trembled with my worry. I forced an easy grin. “Go get yourself some of that cake.”
“Don’t mind if I do.”