Mags: I DON'T have to rename the Bull Mountain booth then?
Toby: No need for anything THAT drastic, Mags. I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.
Landry: Don’t believe him. He’s NEVER on his best behavior.
Rhett: I think we ALL agree with that.
Red: Why are all of y’all interrupting our vacation?
Toby: Mags started it.
Landry: For once he’s right.
Rhett: See what happens when you DON'T relax on vacation, Mags?
Mags: Hey! Why am I the one in trouble here?
Red: Don’t worry. I’ll deal with Mags. See y’all soon.
Then somehow, the chat disappears off my phone. Likepoof, one minute it’s there, the next it’s gone.
I close out of my messaging app and reopen it again, but the chat is nowhere to be found.
Shrugging it off as me just overthinking things, I return my focus to the beauty around me.
Just as I’m considering a walk to track down my missing fiancé, a shadow falls over me. I look up and as if just thinking of the man has conjured him up, Red stands there with a smile playingon his lips. His warm eyes are filled with affection and love but also amusement.
“Enjoyin’ the view?” he asks, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.
I nod as I drink in the sight of him in his hat, black plaid shirt with white undershirt peeking out beneath, and jeans that have seen better days but look sexy as all get out on my forty-nine-year-old man who makes me feel like a teenager just by looking at me.
He holds out his arm and I take it without any hesitation, letting him pull me to my feet. His hands grip my hips and pull me into him.
“Hey, darlin’.”
I smooth my hands over his chest as I meet his hooded gaze head on. “I was just thinkin’ of you.”
His lips curve up. “And here I am. Were you missin’ me?”
“It’s weird. But even knowin’ where you are and that you weren’t far away, it always seems like it’s too much. That’s the Call though, right? I’ve read about it enough times. It’s just strange to actually experience it in real life.”
"I do," he says, nodding. "But just know that even if I'm not with you, I always am."
“You’re far too good at makin’ me swoon, Red Grayson.”
"Hmm," he hums, lifting a hand to sweep a curl behind my ear, sending shivers through me as his finger grazes my skin.Will I ever get used to that?“Not sure about that, maybe it’s just a you and me thing.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Good. Because you’re the only woman I want swoonin’ over me.”
I can’t stop the laughter that escapes me. “Lucky me.”
“Not yet, but you will be,” he replies, dipping his chin and kissing me sweetly.
“Now as much as I want to continue this conversa?—"
“Red Grayson, get your hands off my mother,” a stern voice cuts through the air making me jump back like I’m a teenager caught necking at the lake again.
