Page 79 of The Bitterroot Inn (Jamison Valley 5)
of me to compare you to Everett. I just . . . I hate secrets, Hunter. Everett was so secretive. I’m not trying to compare you. I’m just telling you why it scares me.”
“I understand, and I know it’s hard. There’s a lot you don’t know about me, but I’m begging here, stick with me. Please? Give us some time. Give me some time and I promise you’ll know me better than anyone else.”
I nodded into my pillow. “Okay.”
Giving Hunter time wouldn’t be a problem. These last few days had been so miserable I’d do just about anything not to go through a separation again.
“Thank you,” he breathed.
“Can you do something for me though?”
“Name it.”
“Just tell me more about your day. I don’t need patient specifics but just a little more about what your day is like.”
“Done.”
I grinned. “And no more one-word answers. They make me cringe.”
He chuckled. “I’ll do my best to use wordy sentences from now on.”
It wasn’t everything. But it was something. “Thank you.”
“Are you in bed already?”
“Yeah. I’ve had a hard time sleeping.”
“Me too, baby. This fight? I’m wrecked. I haven’t slept since before the rodeo. Apparently, I need you in my arms in order to sleep now.”
I smiled. He needs me to sleep.
“Can I come and see you tomorrow over lunch?”
I yawned. “Yes, please.”
“How’s Coby?”
“Good, but he misses you. He’s been asking about you nonstop.”
“I miss him too. I was planning on sneaking over to watch his T-ball game tomorrow.”
“No sneaking allowed. Let’s just go together.” I yawned again but didn’t want to hang up yet. “How’s your house?”
He chuckled. “Empty. Really empty. I was giving you one more day to cool off and then I was going to come to the motel on Friday. My plan was to beg for your forgiveness and then bribe you with interior decorating to win you back.”
“I like the sounds of this bribe. Maybe I’m still mad at you then,” I teased.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to give you my credit card and free rein to do anything you want in my house.”
My smile got bigger. “Keep talking.”
“I need furniture. All I have is a bed.”
“What else?”
“All the walls are white. You can paint them any color you want.”
I giggled. This man had me pegged. “Sold.”
