“Yeah?” He propped himself up against the headboard. “Well, guess I know what we’re doing tonight.”
CHAPTER FOUR
The B&B
“Oh, this is a good one,” I said, reaching for the bottle of wine to refill my empty glass. “Marilyn’s boyfriend gets freaked out about her family and dumps her . . . and she doesn’t understand why.”
I expected a reply from Brooks, but when there was silence, I looked over and saw that he’d fallen asleep. The alarm clock read 10 p.m. He worked early morning ranch hours, so it was no surprise he’d conked out.
Conked out in my bed.
I took a moment to study him.
He was tan because he spent time outdoors—well, obviously, he was a cowboy—but his angular structure softened in sleep, giving him almost a boyish, youthful appearance.
No . . . soft wasn’t right. He’d never be soft.
I reached for my phone on the nightstand and shot off a text to my best friend in New York.
Me
There’s a cowboy asleep in my bed.
Her reply came a few minutes later.
Wyn
You dog. Did you finally do it? Did you finally lose your virginity?
Me
No, it’s not like that
Wyn
what’s it like then? Can I call you? I need details.
Me
Can’t really call you right now since I don’t want to wake him up. But let’s just say fate has a funny sense of humor.
Wyn
Does she? Or is she a calculating bitch who likes to screw with the lives of mere mortals?
Me
Can it be both?
Wyn
Call me tomorrow and tell me everything.
Me
will do.
I didn’t have the heart to wake him up and tell him to go sleep in his own room, even though I knew I should.
