But nothing else happened, I swear!
Kacey
Sure it didn’t ;) You little rake, you.
Jessie
I don’t know what came over me, it was like an alien took over my body and decided the most important thing to do during its brief time on Earth was get Trey Bennett naked. Can’t complain about the view though.
Chapter 19
Trey
Sedona, Arizona
“This is it?” Jessie asks from the passenger seat of the rental car. The sun has set, and we’re in the middle of nowhere. When Greg—the sponsorship manager for Off Road Rage—sent me my itinerary, including check-in information, I was expecting a swanky hotel like they’ve booked in the past. Not an address and lockbox code for an Airbnb. Not just an Airbnb, atiny homeAirbnb.
“Yeah, this is it,” I answer hesitantly. There is no way this thing has two bedrooms.
“Hm,” she hums. “Well, let’s go check it out.” She climbs out and heads up the steps before I can even process what we’re in for.
I know she’s excited. After she changed her mind about coming, I saw her Googling the area, restaurants, things to do, and local hikes. She was practically vibrating while we waited to board the plane.
“The code is 3862,” I tell her, shutting my door behind me.
Beep.
The lock releases, and Jessie heads straight in. She doesn’t bother to wait for me, likely to assess the situation I’ve gotten us into.
“Trey!” she screams.
I run the last few steps and blast through the door, imagining a hobo sitting naked on the couch or something.Nope. Hobo-free.
Jessie bounces up and down, pointing through a sliding patio door to a back deck with a hot tub. Her red hair flies around her as a little squeak sneaks its way through her lips.
I let out a breath and rake my fingers through my hair. “You scared the shit out of me, Hawkins.”
“I love hot tubs.”
“You packed a suit, right?”
“No, I’ll just go naked,” she says, her back turned to me.
This woman is trying to kill me, I know it.
When I don’t respond, she peeks over her shoulder, a coy smile on her face. “Kidding. Of course I did.”
That’s too bad.
I glance around the rest of the space at the same moment she does. It’s high-end for a tiny home with Southwestern decor and furnishings. It’s a studio apartment style with one small bathroom, a kitchen, a living area with a TV, two chairs, andonebed.
No. Nope. Nuh-uh.Will not work. My dick can’t handle it.
I pull out my phone to call Greg. “I didn’t realize it was a one-bedroom. I honestly didn’t even realize it was an Airbnb until today. I’ll call Greg and have him find us somewhere else.”
She swallows and nods once. A look I can’t decipher flashes across her face. Is she . . . disappointed?
Greg picks up on the second ring. “Hey, Champ. Make it in okay?”
