Had I been quiet that long? She must be worried I was upset with her about bringing Kirstin up. “I was wondering if you were going to help with chores in the morning.”
She laughed and rolled to her belly. “I think I’d better steer clear of your house until your ex moves out.”
I rolled her to her back and stretched out on top of her. Arousal floated through my veins and flowed down to my dick. “Then I’ll stay here tomorrow night too.” I trailed kisses down her belly. “By the way, you’ve only had one orgasm. I’m a few behind.”
“A few?”
I nudged her legs apart. “I’m not a boy anymore, June Bug.”
June
My body was deliciously sore when I woke up. I stretched and smiled to myself before the quiet of the cabin sank in. I looked at the other side of the bed. Empty.
Frowning, I sat up. The covers fell down. I was naked. Rhys had proven that he was indeed no longer a boy, and he knew how to use his experience.
Then he’d left.
My breath shortened and my chest rose and fell faster. He’d left me again and he wasn’t coming back.
I closed my eyes and sucked in a long breath. He was gone, but we were still in the same town. This wasn’t the day I’d left Bourbon Canyon for years.
That day was coming soon enough.
My throat tightened. I would return soon. Maybe before I kicked off my tour. There would be time between interviews and appearances and rehearsals.
Right?
I scrubbed the sleep out of my eyes. What Rhys and I were doing wasn’t like before. We weren’t committed to each other. We liked having sex together. The same, but different.
I got out of bed and dressed in shorts and a Grand Ole Opry T-shirt. I might’ve bought one or four when I played there. I twisted my hair up into a bun and shuffled to the bathroom.
Was Rhys having regrets? Did he think my job here was done and he’d go on his merry way? I wasn’t feeling too inclined to finish the upbeat song I was working on. I could write one about a girl who’d thought she’d turned the corner with an important guy in her life, only to wake up alone after a long night of hot sex.
Actually, that’d make a pretty good song.
I hummed, trying to catch a melody that would work. Lyrics piled into my brain. “Just when I thought...”
The front door opened and Rhys walked in. He was holding a basket piled high with muffins in one arm andhe juggled two Stanley cups in the other hand. The mouthwatering smell of fresh coffee filled the air.
I stopped in the middle of the living room. I’d have to end the song with the guy returning with muffins and coffee, looking rugged as sin with a trimmed beard, a frayed ball cap, and worn jeans that hugged his powerful legs. “I thought you left.”
He gave me a look like I’d accused him of going on a crime spree while I slept. “You’re on Nashville time, songbird.”
“I am not, and they’re only an hour ahead.”
“You’re not on ranch time, then.” The corner of his mouth tipped up. “Did you look at your phone? The one that has the time and the text I sent that said I was running home to do chores and I’d bring back coffee and something to eat?”
My cheeks warmed. “I wanted to wake up to you.” If I was blushing before, my face had to be beet red now. I hadn’t meant to blurt out something so intimate. “I wanted to wake up and know neither one of us had to leave right away.”
His brows drew together, and he went to the counter. I should help him with the coffee but embarrassment kept me rooted in place. He set the muffins down and one of the metal cups. The coffee smell was divine. My stomach grumbled.
He handed me the coffee. “I’m sorry.” His apology was weighted with the past. He’d been sorry then too, but he hadn’t apologized. “Tomorrow morning, I’ll make sure to stay in bed until you wake up.” He leaned against the counter, took a long sip from his coffee, and raked his gaze down my body. “But we’ve gotta go to bed earlier, sleepyhead.”
Songbird. Sleepyhead. Smart-ass. June Bug was my favorite, but I preened no matter what he called me.
Songbird would be a good title.His little songbird wanted to soar...
I thrust a finger in the air. “I’ve gotta write that down.”
