“Dad, I wasn’t snacking up.”
“I slept on the couch,” Wes lied, and pointed to the pillow and sheets still there from the first night.
“Get your things—we’re leaving,” her dad barked.She hadn’t seen the man in over three years, and he thought he could just barge in and order her around.
“Actually, after I get my truck out of a ditch I’m headed out to Pops’s house.Seeing as how neither you nor Mom bothered to check on me to see if I was alive during the blizzard, I doubt postponing my visit home another day will matter much,” Shelby said, standing her ground, and trying not to be upset that Wes was quick to pretend like nothing had happened between them.
“I asked Jenkins garage to fish your truck out last night—looks like he got it.It’s parked out front,” Wes said.
“Great.”She took a swig of her coffee and then moved to grab her smaller bag, then she stopped at the door where she put on her short leather coat, and boots.She smiled to herself about how unprepared she’d been for the blizzard, but how it had afforded her one of the best nights of her life.
“Thank you for rescuing me in the blizzard, and for the coffee,” she said to Wes and struck out her hand as her father watched their exchange.
“You’re very welcome, Ms.Shepherd.Try to find some proper snow boots before you end up with pneumonia this winter, and a real coat,” Wes said with a grimace and handed her a hat instead of shaking her hand.
“Good idea.”Then she walked past her dad and carried her bag to her truck that sat out front.“I’ll see you later, Dad.”
But her dad looked like he was too busy giving Wes a hard time to worry about her.No surprise there.
Her truck fired up fine and she eased out onto the road, swallowing the lump in her throat.It wasn’t like she’d expected any poetic ending to their time together.Maybe it was for the best her dad had eliminated the chance for her to say the wrong thing.
She’d been in town for less than seventy-two hours and she’d slept with her high school obsession, pissed her dad off, and was already totally crushing on Wesley Hart, again.Assuming she’d ever stopped.Quite the homecoming.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Wes
Never Say Never
“Hey, Sheriff, yourgrandmother is still waiting on line two.”
“Damn, thanks,” Wes said, as he picked up the phone on his desk.“Gran I’m really sorry I didn’t call sooner.I assumed Levi and Missy were doing your bidding?Everything okay at the house?”
“Sure is.We just have too many leftovers and too much pie.You know how I like to bake when I’m cooped up.”
He smiled.His paternal grandmother was a traditional Southern woman, she baked, never missed church, and knew everyone in town’s business.She was probably chomping at the bit to find out how everyone fared during the storm.She’d love to know that he’d had a houseguest with the last name Shepherd, since they were basically the one family he never stopped complaining about.It was strange that he didn’t think of Shelby as one of them, but that was a slippery slope.She’d been quick to deny there was anything going on between them when her father, the mayor, showed up at his house.Not that he blamed her.The last thing he needed was the mayor accusing him of taking advantage of his princess.
Sleeping with Shelby had been a huge mistake, completely out of character, but he couldn’t muster the motivation to regret it.She had been unexpected, but touching her, tasting her, had been sweet torture.He could still hear her soft moans of his name and just thinking about her long legs and round, soft curves had him completely distracted.
“Grandson, are you still there?”
“What?Yes.”He shifted in his chair to try and adjust his now throbbing erection thanks to thinking about Shelby.
“Well, Levi said he’s almost got our driveway cleared and we were wondering when or if we can expect to get the main road plowed?”
“I’ll check in with the teams to see their status.If they don’t get to you all by the time my shift is over, I’ll come do it myself.”
“Alright, Levi is going to go over to Brooke and Dalton’s place next to clear their driveway.Your brother stayed at the hospital through the storm, so you may want to check on him.”
“I saw him yesterday.But I will.”
“Oh that’s right, he mentioned you had a particularly beautiful, unexpected houseguest in the storm,” his gran said, and he could hear her smirk through the phone.
“She was stranded, and I had no choice but to let her sleep on my couch.”
“Wesley Hart, I know you did not make that young woman sleep on your couch when you have a perfectly large bed in your home.”
“You’re right, I offered to sleep on the couch.”
