Page 22 of Wrecked
“My sister’s wedding is tomorrow. I’m in it. You’re coming with me.”
“Ohgod, I completely forgot. It’s at one, right?”
“At the farmhouse.”
The metal door to the rooftop flew open. Cooper jogged over, climbed in the back and pulled the door shut. “Excellent work, you two. Congratulations. You’re being hailed as heroes, except no one knows that it was you.”
“Fine by me,” Hawk replied before they pulled on their headsets and he lifted off.
Cooper stuck his head between their seats. “Addison, you okay?”
“Long week, longer day,” she replied.
Cooper flashed a smile. “Great work tonight.”
After Cooper buckled in, Addison glanced over at Hawk.
She’d never marry him. He loved women too much to settle down with one. Plus, she loved her roleplaying with strangers too much to abandon it.
For the first time since they’d become friends, her heart ached for something she’d never wanted, but now realized she couldn’t have. She and Hawk were too much alike—but also too different—to ever turn their friendship into a romance.
4
HAWK’S FAMILY EVENT
The following afternoon, Hawk drove up the long, gravely driveway to his grandparents’ farm.
Theycalled it a farm.Hecalled it their property. Yes, they had chickens and they used to have dairy cows. Nowadays, most of the land sat unused while area developers salivated over the hundred-plus acres, hungry to snatch it up.
He regarded his passenger. Addison looked beautiful in a sleeveless, cinch waisted, halter dress and stilettos. She’d pulled her hair into a twist, leaving her neck exposed. If there was anything that caught his attention, it was a sexy woman with an exposed neck. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about moving in close behind her and kissing her neck until she purred with pleasure.
His cock twitched.
“So, what color would you call that?” he asked, redirecting his thoughts.
Addison peered his way. “Call what?”
“Your dress.”
“The tag said dusty pink. I call it desert rose.”
“You clean up well.”
She barked out a laugh. “Bummer I can’t say the same about you.”
“What’s wrong with my suit?”
“Meh.” She bit back a smile. “You’re in a white shirt and dark pants. So, what?”
“Wait ‘til you see me strutting down the aisle.”
“Cocky. Arrogant. Egomaniac.”
He shot her a smile. “That’s me, baby. What I want to know is who gets married outside in July?” Hawk pulled into the oversized driveway and parked. “Let’s go find the fam.”
Together, they walked the cracked cobblestone path and up the old, wooden steps to the double-wide front doors. He pushed one open and waited for her to walk through. When she did, her vanilla scent wafted in his direction.
Damn, she smells good.
