Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“I’ll figure it out.”
“Are you really going to hang around Loveland for a few days?”
“Told you. I want to spend more time with you.”
“Then what?” That’s my hang-up. Dylan is too charming. I’m already ready to give and say to hell with it. Every girl should get a one-night stand in their life, right? It’s not as though there is anyone from this town I’m interested in. When you grow up in small towns like these, everyone knows each other. Which means that most people have dated at some point or at least hooked up.
“Then I head back to work for a bit and maybe you’ll invite me back.”
“We might end up hating each other after a few days. How do you know I’m not one of those people who chews with their mouth open or picks their nose? I could be annoying as hell.”
“I’m not worried about you being annoying. I can promise you that.” He picks up his beer and chugs half of it back. I’m not sure what made him run away from Vegas, but he needs a break. I can see it in his eyes. As charming as he’s being, he's tired. Some days I wish I could run away for a few days.
“Give me your ID.” Dylan hesitates but pulls out his wallet. I don’t miss the mound of cash inside. His job must pay well.
I’ve never done the whole social media thing. It never appealed to me. There’s really no need for it in this small town. We all know what each other is doing without having to post online. I mean, technically Get Lucky could be considered the hub of our social media. This is where people come to see what’s happening in everyone’s lives.
He hands it over, and I pull out my phone and take a picture of it before texting it to James. “What are you doing?” I hand him his ID back.
“I’m not going to steal your identity.” I laugh. “I texted it to James so now if you murder me in my sleep, he’ll have your information.”
“So that he and the Barkers motorcycle gang can track me down and get revenge?”
“Something like that.” I laugh even harder. “But really, the hotel is booked up but the answer is yes. You can spend a few days with me. My place”—I point over my head—“isn’t giant, but I’ve got a sofa you can crash on.” I know I’m acting impulsively, but it feels good to do something that makes me happy. What’s the worst that could happen?
“I’m not going to argue with that offer.” That smile lights up his face once again, making me second-guess my decision for a moment. Knowing there is no way I’m ever going to be the same after this.
We spend the rest of the night going back and forth with random questions. Before I know it, I’m calling last round and locking up for the night.
“You sure about this?” James asks me as he puts his coat on. He’s glaring over my shoulder at Dylan, who is cleaning. Yes, cleaning. I hadn’t asked him to help. He got up on his own and started to straighten up.
“Yeah, I am.” I smile up at him. James finally softens.
“All right. You’re an adult.”
“Also your boss,” I point out.
“Right.” He chuckles.
“Why is that funny?”
“Break her heart and I’ll break your face,” James shouts across the empty bar, ignoring my question.
“And if she breaks mine?” Dylan tosses back, making James smirk.
“Clover breaks every single straight man’s heart in Loveland.”
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes and start to push James out the door. He goes, and I lock it behind him before setting the alarm.
“Anything else we need to do before we head up?” Dylan asks as I make my way back across the bar.
“I think that’s it. We can, ah, head up.” I suddenly feel shy. We’d fallen into fun banter when we’d been going question for question, but now this is getting real.
“I’m not going to ask you for anything, Irish. In fact, you’ll have to kiss me first.”
“Irish?” I asked, coming to stand in front of him.
“Clover, Get Lucky,” He wraps a piece of my hair around his finger. “The red hair. So yeah, Irish.” He gave me a nickname? Why do I love that?
“All right.” I grab the front of his shirt and pull him down as I lift up on my tiptoes and do the one thing that I told myself I wouldn’t do. I kiss him.
What can one kiss really hurt?
CHAPTER 7
DYLAN
The kiss takes me by surprise, but I don’t hesitate. When opportunity knocks at your door, you throw it the fuck open and welcome that bastard inside.
I sweep my hand under her hair and tug her head back so I can deepen the kiss. Our tongues tangle around each other. Our teeth clash. The taste of her mouth makes me hungry for more. I move my mouth from her lips to her jaw, down the column of her neck. My hands find her tits. I cup those juicy melons and mold the flesh to fit my palms.