Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
When we landed on the tarmac, it was a boiling hundred degrees. Gavin insisted on wheeling both of our bags toward the awaiting black car. He’d gotten us a room at the same hotel we’d stayed in for the wedding.
I changed into a white tulle dress, going full tilt for the theme, and did a twirl for him. “Well?”
He rose from the chair he’d sunk into earlier to answer an email. “Is this anything like your dress?”
“I have no idea. I haven’t seen it yet.”
He laughed. “What? How is that possible?”
“Katherine and Harmony are working together. Harmony designing and Katherine … giving her input.”
“That’s the most Katherine thing I’ve ever heard.”
“I did give them all permission to take over. I have a fitting sometime after we get back. So, I’ll see it then.”
“What if you hate it?”
I shot him a skeptical look. “Between Katherine and Harmony? There’s no chance I’ll hate it.”
He stepped forward, sliding his arms around my waist. “Well, I’ll like it either way. I like this one. You could just wear this.”
“One, I would not deprive Katherine the opportunity to be in charge. Two, this is just a fun dress. Not wedding material anyway.”
“Whatever you wear is wedding material.”
Then he kissed me, so I had no opportunity to respond. My brain sputtered at those words, short-circuiting as I tried to process them. And for some reason … I wasn’t even upset to hear them. In fact, something shifted in my stomach again, almost like pleasure. Did I want Gavin King to think I was marriage material?
“If we didn’t have somewhere to be,” Gavin said with a grin when he pulled back.
“Do we have somewhere to be?”
He laughed. “Unfortunately. Come on. I got a text from Trey that they left a car for me downstairs.”
I pouted but relented when he pulled me toward the door.
We took the elevator downstairs and out into the Texas heat. I was already fanning myself as we stepped outside to find a black lifted truck waiting for us. Gavin shook his head.
“Of course he did,” he grumbled under his breath.
“Please tell me that he left you a hat too.”
Gavin popped open the front door, and to my delight, a cowboy hat was waiting for him. “Fuck.”
“Put it on. Put it on!” I cheered.
“You’re serious? You want to see me in this thing?”
“Hey, I’m hot for cowboy.” I winked. “Plus, I have to take pics to send to all of our friends.”
“No fucking chance,” he said, but he put the hat on as soon as we climbed inside.
I did take a picture of him in the hat and then immediately made it my contact picture for him. “There.” I showed him what I’d done. “Now, a cowboy will show up every time you text or call me.”
Gavin looked at the picture and sighed. “Fine. You win.”
“I like winning.”
“Don’t I know it.” His signature smirk returned. “Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll let you see me in just the hat.”
I nearly choked. The visual he’d delivered was unparalleled. I’d never known how much I wanted that until just then. I shifted my leg over top of the other to hold back the pulsing from my lower half. We definitely should have had a quickie before heading over to his aunt’s.
He grinned wider and moved his hand to my bare thigh. As his hand crept ever higher, I swatted at him.
“Not fair.”
He laughed. “Oh, come on. I can tell you want it.”
“I wanted it back in the hotel room, not in the car.”
“As if it’d be the first time you hooked up in a car.”
“No, but we are three minutes from your aunt’s house.”
“And?”
“You’re the devil, Gavin King.”
He smirked and slid his hand up higher. “At your service.”
I swatted him away again, but he grabbed my hand this time and linked our fingers together. My heart thumped noisily in my chest at the gesture. It was so loud that I swore he could hear it. But he just shot me that lopsided grin and then kept my hand secure in his. Like I was his. Like we belonged like this.
I let my giddy smile show as we pulled up to the insane King mansion on the outskirts of Midland. Even though I’d seen the three-story structure on our last trip here, somehow, it seemed even more ostentatious than before. The white roses were everywhere, lush and lovely.
Gavin parked out front, and then we both hopped out of the truck. Malcolm, Trey, and Nate were standing outside, each with a beer in hand.
Nate leaned against the front railing and whistled. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? Does Gav finally remember his roots?”
Trey laughed next to him. “I left it, just in case.”
Malcolm drained the rest of his beer and set it down on the railing. He strode down the steps and met us at the entrance. He offered his hand to Gavin and tipped his own hat at me.