5
REED
Iwatch her drive away and know she’s taken a part of me. A part of me I didn’t know existed.
Since the moment I stepped into my place this morning, I knew I’d screwed up by leaving the way I did.
No note.
No waking her up.
Nothing.
And the way she looked at me confirmed it. Still, somehow, I talked her into spending time with me. Then she stepped out of the car dressed so fucking pretty, I upped the ante with my stupid-ass mouth and fubar’ed everything to kingdom come by telling her to change.
Fuck.I have to adjust my raging hard-on before I walk back to my place. Not because anyone would see it, no one came up this way, but because of how painfully stiff I am. So hard it literally hurts. It surprised the hell out of me just how damn sexy I thought Camila’sr fire and sassiness were when she put me in my place. My dick throbbed when she didn’t hold back and politely told me to go to hell.
I love how she didn’t put up with my shit. Love how she puts me in my place.
Love.There’s that damn pesky word again.
It’s been playing on repeat this morning when it comes to my thoughts of her. Which only occur about every other minute or so. I run my fingers through my hair and put my long hair in a ponytail before shaking my head in frustration. Why am I such an idiot around her?
I’ve never been a smooth operator, but I never had any problems with the ladies in the past.
That’s because they weren’t Camila.
My ray of sunshine is in a whole other league.
Now, thanks to my big-ass mouth, she isn’t only pissed but driving. Worry hits my gut like a fucking right hook. I pace back and forth in my living room, my mind conjuring up all the different possibilities that can happen.
She could hit a patch of black ice. She could lose control of her car if the road hasn’t been salted. Or worse, she could meet someone in town. Someone who will see the beauty and magic I see and claim her for his own.
My eyes catch the gleam of my car keys siting in the bowl atop of the entry table, and without a thought or a plan, completely unlike myself, I grab them and head out.
With every hundred feet I drive, I’m glad I don’t see her SUV on the side of the road. Even more grateful that the roads have been plowed and salted since she seriously needs chains on her tires.
It’s not until I see her car parked off Main Street that I feel like I can breathe again. I park a couple of cars down from her and wave to Dax, Moonlit Pine’’s Sheriff and my friend. He’s across the street. He waves back before stepping into a store. I start to walk, peeking into the windows of every shop I pass. Trying to get a glimpse of her in one.
I feel out of control.
It’s like I’m an addict trying to find my next hit. One after another and nothing until finally, I see her. The bright-ass yellow beanie she wears is moving down an aisle, and I look up to see what store she is in.
I’m shocked to find her inside the second-hand store, but that’s when I finally relax. I stand out front, pretending my cell has all my attention when in reality, it’s the woman inside the store. She’s looking at the throw blankets, and as if sensing my gaze, her eyes meet mine and she frowns.
But she doesn’t come out to talk to me.
Instead, she turns around and misses the way her actions make me smile.
Me!
I smile and even chuckle as I enjoy the way she’s ignoring me when she knows very well I followed her. Shit I came to town for her. She has me doing things so completely out of my wheelhouse, and she doesn’t have a clue how she’s spun my life out of control.
For a moment, I wonder about my life if she had never come into town. The idea of never having laid eyes on my little ray of sunshine burns a hole in my gut. No. I’m more than grateful she’s here.
Twenty minutes later, she steps out with a bag and walks past me like I’m painted on the wall, and I chuckle again. I follow her, from store to store, waiting outside like an obedient puppy.
Thankfully, she takes mercy on me after the second shop when she steps out and puts her hands on her hips. Her light brown gaze filled with fiery spirit and sass.
