Page 36 of Yours To Take
“Do you want to go into the living room and talk about it?”
It’s then I notice the unmade bed between us. “Yes.”
I stalk out of the room, needing some space from the man who has been driving me crazy since I first ran into him.
“Is this better?”
Blake is standing on the opposite end of the couch from me.
I nod.
“Good. What questions do you have?”
“What questions don’t I have?” I mutter to myself.
“It’s easier to ask the questions, Gem.”
Gem.
I like the sound of my nickname rolling off his tongue.
“Why?”
“Why?” he parrots back.
“You told me to ask questions. This is me asking you the questions, Blake.”
He smirks at my response.
“I need help.”
“What do you need help with?”
“My show.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing. There’s nothing to be wrong because I’m not really getting anywhere with it. I got a little done this morning, but if I want to make this story work, I need help.”
“With family drama?”
Blake huffs out a tiny laugh.
“With this western stuff. I’d love to set it here.”
It dawns on me now. “And you’d have no idea how to make that work since you’ve only ever lived in Paris and LA.”
“Exactly. And I don’t want to just take from you.”
“Except you kind of do.” I laugh.
Blake snorts, rubbing his hand over his jaw. “I wouldn’t phrase it like that.”
“How would you phrase it then?” I cross my arms over my chest.
He takes a minute. “Not like that.”
“So I teach you how to ride a horse and you teach me how to ride you?”
