She opens a door at the end of the hallway, and we step inside.
The walls are covered in what must be soundproofing. There’s a desk with a laptop and lots of notes, and then there’s a corner with another computer, an iPad, a mic, and lots of other things that I don’t understand.
“This isincredible.”
Willow grins, looking around. “Ry built it for me.”
“Swoon.” I take a sip. “Okay, I want to hear you.”
“You want me todemonstrate?”
“Yes, please.”
“I might be a little too drunk for that. We’ve almost polished off this second bottle. But I can play what I recorded this morning for you.”
“Ooh, that’s perfect.”
She turns on the laptop and hits some keys, and then her voice comes out of the speakers, all sultry and sexy.
“Look at what a good girl you are, all spread out for me.”
I purse my lips, my eyes go wide, and Willow laughs. She recorded a spicy scene this morning.
“Logan, I can’t do this. It’s too much.”
“You can do it, baby girl. You’re such a good little slut for me. Fuck, look at that wet pussy.”
“Oh my God.” I snort and then keep listening to thisveryexplicit scene, and then she stops the playback. “I need that title, please. It’s going to the top of my list.”
“It’s a good one.” She winks and then leads me back downstairs. “Let’s sit on the couch and gossip some more. I want to know all about the famous people you’ve met. I’ll trade stories with you.”
“Have you met a lot of famous people too?”
“A few, because Ryker is a hockey legend. We sometimes attend functions for charities and stuff. You probably know all about that.”
“I’ve attended plenty of those things. I wish you’d been there. It would have been a lot more fun.”
“You know, the annual private concert is happening in Seattle just before Christmas for Ry and Gideon’s charity. They had to move it from summer because of a scheduling conflict this year. You and Gid should go.”
“I’m absolutelypositivethat the drill instructor will not let me off this ranch. He definitely won’t let me go to a fancy dinner with a bunch of people. No way. Not to mention, I might not be here by then.”
Her bottom lip pokes out in a pout.
“But now I want you there,” she says and pretends to cry, making me snort. “Okay, let’s gossip. Who’s the most famous person you’ve met? Besides your mom, because duh.”
It’s in this moment that I realize something alarming.
I really, really like Willow.
Chapter Eighteen
Gideon
“I’ll pop in to see Willow before I go back to the house,” I say as I pull up to the farmhouse and cut the engine.
“She’ll like that. She’s missed you,” Ry says as he climbs out of my truck, and we walk to the front door. “We both have. She’s mellowed out a lot since Lena got here. Calmed down. We’ve had some good talks.”
Nodding, I follow him inside, and we hear two women scream.
