Page 48 of Yours To Take
“I’ll have someone look at it once this clears up.” I wrap the blanket back around me and shuffle into the living room.
My eyes track Blake as he toes out of his shoes and pulls a sweatshirt over his head. It nearly takes his T-shirt off. It exposes a delicious set of abs and a trail of hair that disappears below his waistband.
“You okay over there?” he asks, following behind me.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” My voice is squeaky.
“Because your face is red.”
“No, it’s not.” I pat my cheeks, knowing full well that it’s a lie.
“Whatever you say, Gemma.”
“Can I get you a drink?” I change the subject.
“Sure.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets. “What are you having?”
“Red wine.” I head into the kitchen and grab a glass and the bottle.
“Sounds good to me.” I pour him a glass and hand it to him. His fingers linger over mine. It’s only for a second, but it’s enough to set my blood pulsing through me.
I don’t know what it is about this man that gets me going.
We’re night and day.
Black and white.
City boy and country girl.
Experienced and, well, virgin.
We shouldn’t mix, but we do.
“To waiting out the storm together.” Blake holds his glass out, and I pick mine up to toast him.
“Did you get any writing done?”
“Some.”
“That’s good, right?”
“Very good. More than any writing I’ve gotten done in the last few months.”
I shake my head. “What’s inspiring you?”
His eyes sparkle. “Dixon. The ranch.” He sits on the small loveseat that’s facing the crackling fire. “You.”
“Really?” I drop down next to him.
“Of course. The way you talk about this place? It’d be hard not to be inspired by that.”
“That’s nice of you,” I tell him, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
Blake sips on his wine. “It might very well be the thing that saves my career.”
“Do people really want a show about life in the West?”
“You’d be surprised.”
