“Trust me, I’m just as surprised. She definitely…snuck up on me.”
Ridge smirks. “The best ones do that to ya, brother.”
I know Ridge is thinking about his wife, who passed away a few years back.
He’s doing well for himself now, despite how much herloss destroyed him. They had a once-in-a-lifetime kind of love.
“Appreciate that, Ridge.”
“Here’s some pie for ya, gentlemen.” Gretchen sets our slices in the middle of the table, and we all groan at our half-eaten plates.
“Gretchen, darlin’, you’re gonna have to wheelbarrow me outta here if you keep feedin’ me like this,” Grey tells her, taking the last bite of his burger.
“You’ll survive on your own just fine.” She pats his shoulder and leaves us to it.
“Surprised she hasn’t slapped you by now,” I tell him.
“She likes it.” Grey winks.
Suede claps beside me, pulling our attention his way as he scoots his chair back. “Alright. It’s East’s last night here. How about a game of pool?”
Pool.My eyes travel across the wooden pool table, every memory of that night in Wyoming with Collie sparking a fire inside of me.
“Let’s do it,” Ridge chants, standing to join him.
“You in, East?” Grey asks, breaking me from my lovestruck stupor.
I nod. “Yeah, I’m in.”
“Great. You break.” He pats me on the back and leads me to one of my core memories.
TomorrowI get to hold her again. Tomorrow…all bets are off.
34
COLLIE
My hands are shaking.My heart beats rapidly in my chest.
I get to see Easton today.
I get to hug him. Hold him. Hopefully kiss him.
God, I crave his lips against mine. To breathe in his masculine scent that’s so uniquelyhim.
I’m parked outside of arrivals waiting for him. I could also wait in the car, but I’m too anxious for that. Easton claimed he would rent a car when he got here, but I would never let that happen. Not when I could be the one showing him my town.
I spent nearly all of yesterday reorganizing my apartment and deep cleaning every nook and cranny, top to bottom. Not a single spot was left unbleached or undusted. Not like he’ll care, given he’s staying in a hotel, anyway. But a woman can dream.
And boy oh boy, am I dreaming, alright.
I want his hands on my body.I’m just a horny lil slut.
But I also don’t know where we stand. We’ve been in touch constantly, not spending a day without hearing eachother’s voices if possible. But are we dating from afar? Or are we just friends?
He lives in Alaska, and I live in South Carolina.
How would something between us ever work?
