Then he let go of my arm and disappeared across the hall. Because I’m not eighteen anymore, and I’m no longer in the mood to be a gentleman.” But I want you to think hard before you take advantage of that.
Well, goodnight.” Tears of mortification burning my eyes, I spun away from him, but he grabbed my arm. And third, no-we can’t go back and do things differently. It’s been bothering me for fifteen years. “First, I’m glad you finally answered my question. Several things, actually.” He moved closer to me, so close I could feel his breath on my lips. “I don’t know what Blair puts in that apple pie, but-” “Listen, forget I said anything,” I said quickly. He said nothing for ten full seconds, during which my heart banged painfully against my ribs and I regretted everything. I guess I just wish I would have been brave enough to tell you the truth back then.” It’s not like I can go back and do things differently. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this right now. This is stupid.” I squeezed my eyes shut a moment. “Because you think I would have expected perfection?” “That’s why I couldn’t be with you,” I whispered. They didn’t even want much from me-just skin.”īeckett took a deep breath, his chest expanding. “I chose jerks because they didn’t ask anything of me. “You asked me-last night-why I always chose jerks.” “I want to answer your question.” My heart raced, and my fingers locked over my stomach. “I need to tell you something,” I blurted. I opened my mouth to say goodnight-I swear I did. When Beckett reached the landing, he headed for his bedroom. Grab yours now or read in Kindle Unlimited! Like any cowboy, he’s good with a rope and knows exactly how to tie me up. Nothing has ever felt so right, but his past has taught him not to believe in happily ever after, and every perfect night I spend in his arms brings us closer to goodbye. And once we give into each other, we can’t stop. That’s not the only big thing he’s got–which I discover the night I finally sneak across the hall to his bedroom and shed my inhibitions right alongside my pajamas. I only returned to my hometown of Bellamy Creek to sell my late mother’s house, and he just invited me and my son to stay with him because he’s got a big heart. A lot.īut I’m a single mom trying to move on with my life, and he’s running that ranch single-handedly while taking care of his elderly father.
He makes a girl sweat just looking at him. And who wouldn’t appreciate those strong hands, that massive chest, and the way he fills out a pair of Levis?
Yes, I’ve had a secret crush on him since we were seventeen. Sure, he’s a hot cowboy who left Wall Street behind to take over his family’s ranch. That’s all Beckett Weaver and I have ever been.
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