Okay, breathe, Lark. You’ve already been with this man every night for almost two weeks. This is just an overnight trip where we’ll actually be in a bed—maybe.
I’ll pack a cute dress, comfy shoes, and condoms. Lots of condoms.
Although maybe he’ll bring those.
I force myself to keep it together. I put on a pair of jeans, boots, and a cute top with a sweatshirt over it—so no one will see said cute top—and throw some stuff in a bag. Okay, that’s a lie. I literally agonize over which sundress to pack, but I finally get one in there that I don’t totally hate.
Once I pass the mirror test, I head out to Mary Lou’s house, park my car, and wait.
Chapter 25
Tristan
“Now are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Lark asks for the fifteenth time in about an hour.
I shift my gaze to her and grin. “Nope.”
“Ugh, you’re so annoying.”
“Yes, I’ve been told this often.”
“I’ll assume by Sadie and your sisters?” she hedges her bet.
“It makes me think that females are really nuts.”
She slaps my chest. “Watch it, or I’ll show you how nuts I can be.”
“Oh, I haven’t seen it all yet?”
Lark rolls her eyes. “You haven’t seen half. Hell, you haven’t even seen a tenth. You’ve gotten all the good parts so far.”
Yes, I really have. I smile and take her hand in mine. I tell myself it’s because I want to keep her from slapping me again when I say the next thing. “Who knew you had good parts.”
Her jaw drops. “Tristan Stone, you asshat.”
I laugh. “I’m kidding. So far all I see are good parts.”
At that, her mouth turns into a smile. “Aww, that was sweet.”
“What can I say? I’m charming.”
“Yeah, that’s the adjective I’d choose.” She tries to hide the softness in her eyes, but I see it.
I just choose not to say anything about it.
The next day and a half are a chance for us to not worry about anything. No nosy neighbors who might see us. No cameras that might catch us. No prying family members who will never understand what we’re doing or why.
We can just be together, no restrictions, no worries, no expectations.
And the benefits of a bed.
Lark lets out a deep sigh, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Can you at least tell me what we’re doing?”
She can’t help herself, and it’s really fucking cute. “We’re going to deliver the horses, and we’re going to drive to a town close by and have a night to ourselves. Is that okay?”
Her hand slides into mine, and she nods. “Very okay.”
“Good.”
