Page 21 of Hard To Fall
“Don’t.” We bump along the trails while the lightning lights up the sky. I do my best to keep her out of my peripheralvision, her breasts bouncing with each ditch we hit, and she does nothing to stop it.
Her lips are red, and her hair’s a mess, and my pulse is still kicking in my throat.
Fuck.
We make it back to the ranch, and my dad is just pulling out, giving a quick wave. “Mom must have called. She hates storms.”
“I get it,” she says, her voice slipping back into an unusual tone.
“Where’s your car? I’ll drop you next to it so you don’t get any more wet than you already are.”
Her lips roll in, and I can only imagine the bullshit that’s about to fly.
“Takes more than an angry kiss for that.”
I huff and shake my head. “Seriously, where’s your car?”
“I don’t have one.”
I furrow my brows. “How have you been getting here? Where are you staying?”
“At the Bramble and Bloom on Main Street.”
I shake my head. “Don’t tell me you walk.”
“I don’t. Levi picks me up. And sometimes your mom.”
Oh,hell no. I grunt and slam the car into reverse, taking off out of the ranch and heading toward the B&B.
She smirks. “You always this romantic after you kiss someone you’re mad at?”
“I’m not mad,” I snap.
She raises a brow. “Liar.”
The cab is filled with the smell of wet denim, leather, rain, and her.
God help me.
“So,” she says lightly, breaking the silence. “Do we just pretend that didn’t just happen, or are we doing the emotionally unhealthy thing and spiraling immediately?”
I snort. “You talk too much.”
“You kiss too hard.”
I raise a brow and glance her way. “That a complaint?”
Her voice drops. “Not even close.”
The road is slick and dark, headlights cutting through rain, and the thunder still rolls overhead. I grip the wheel tighter than necessary, but it's not from the storm. Since she showed up, my head has been scrambled. Crazy thoughts and dreams plague me, but then she opens her mouth, and…it makes me want her more.
Maybe I’m having a stroke.
“Makes sense you’re staying at Bramble and Bloom,” I say.
“Yeah,” she asks, “Why’s that?”
“Because that place is run by strong-ass females.”
