When we get into the cabin, I stand by the front door, holding on to the frame while Denton pulls off my boots for me. I walk to the bedroom and strip out of my clothes as I go. I watch Denton follow the trail of clothing I left on the floor to the bed. I lay here waiting for him in just my bra and panties.
“Sorrel, I love you and you look sexy as hell right now, but you’re drunk as a damn skunk. We’re going to bed.”
I look at him and frown, tracing circles with my fingertips on the mattress. I watch him get out of his clothes and admire every muscle and flex of his body. He’s a fucking masterpiece.
My eyelids begin to get heavy and the room starts to spin. Mixing alcohol will do that to a girl. I wait for the spinning to stop and feel him crawl in under the covers next to me. He covers me up and kisses the top of my forehead before we both drift into a restless and needy sleep.
23
DENTON
Iwake up to Sorrel softly breathing in my ear. Even in her sleep her natural beauty is astounding. Her blonde waves are scattered in every which way and her eyelids flutter like she must be dreaming about something.
I have a feeling she isn’t going to be feeling her best today so I go in search of some Advil for the pounding headache I assume she’ll have when she wakes up. It’s tucked away in her medicine cabinet and I shake a few out in my hand to leave by her bedside with a glass of water.
There’s no way we’ll make it in time for breakfast at the main house so I scour through the fridge to see what I can throw together. There are eggs, some bread and cheese. Eggs sandwiches it is then. Dash is pawing at his food bowl, demanding his breakfast be served now. I fill up his bowl and give him a little pat on the head while he eats like it’s his last meal on earth. Laughing, I begin working on the sandwiches. Eggs over medium with melted cheese on top and toasted bread. Hopefully it will be edible. My mom taught me to cook when I was younger but tour life is mostly fast food or the occasional steak at a restaurant. Maybe we could steal Jo away to come ontour with us and cook all our meals. Clint would probably lock her away in hiding if we even suggested it. I hear a groan come from the bedroom.
“My head hurts,” she calls out.
“Advil on the nightstand,” I holler back to her.
When she emerges from the dark room, she’s covering her eyes and squinting.
“Too bright out here.”
I’m trying to hold back my laughter. She was hilarious last night. The way she talked about marriage, I kind of hope her drunken thoughts are her sober truths.
“Breakfast is ready. Sit down,” I tell her, motioning to the round wooden table in the corner of the kitchen. I place the plate down in front of her and she makes a gagging noise as she tries to take a bite.
I almost spit my food out laughing. “That bad, huh?”
“No, I’m sorry. It’s just the smell of the eggs.” She plugs her nose, trying again.
“It’s really good,” she mumbles with food in her mouth and her nose plugged.
I’ve never seen her like this and it’s cute to see her not all put together for once. She takes a few more bites and then gives the rest to Dash. I finish mine off and clear our plates.
“So,” I say, over my shoulder as I wash the plates in the sink.
“The tour is approaching fast and I’m going over dates with Jake and the guys on a Zoom call today.”
I look back over my shoulder to see she’s not looking at me. She’s in a daze staring out the open front door.
“Okay, sounds good,” is all she says, when she finally replies. It seems like her head is in a totally different place.
“Did you want to be a part of it or listen in?”
“Um no, I think I’m good. I decided for the fall shows I’ll probably just ride along with you guys if that’s okay. Then in the summer is when I’ll bring my rig and rodeo.”
My eyes light up. I get excited she’ll be on the road with us and really get to take it all in for the first part of the tour.
“Sounds great! So, uh, do remember what you said last night?”
She cringes and looks down at her ballerina-pink nails.
“Not much,” she admits.
Finished with the dishes, I go up behind her and give her a shoulder rub. She moans with pleasure and it sends a shock through my core. I glance down at my phone and realize it’s already past eleven. Fuck I wish I had more time before the Zoom meeting to carry her back to bed and give her what she wanted last night.
