Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“I can—” I hold my index finger to her lips to stop her.
“Call me, Kenna. I’m not going to the lake without you.” I wouldn’t be much fun watching the clock, wondering when she was going to get there anyway.
Her shoulders relax. “Okay. Thank you again. For everything.”
“My pleasure, beautiful.”
Her cheeks instantly turn a light shade of pink as she reaches for the handle and climbs out of the truck. I should have opened the door for her and walked her to the door, but I know me. I know I would never leave. Not unless she made me. I crave her. Sleeping with her in my arms, waking up the same way, I want that every day and every night. I should never have let it get that far because now, she’s all I can think about.
Pulling out of her grandparents’ driveway, I point my truck toward town. Mentally I’m making a list of the things I know she loves. At least, I hope she still loves them. My girl wants a relaxing day, and that’s what she’s going to get. Making sure to buy her favorite things will show her that I pay attention. She’s not just my sister’s best friend, and it’s time I let her see that.
We’re going to have to have that talk, and soon.
I know she’s stressed about passing the bar. I’ll hold off until she takes the exam, but after that, all bets are off. I’m ready to make her mine.
Chapter 6
McKenna
My feet feel as though they’re filled with lead as I walk away from his truck. I made a mistake. I should never have agreed to stay at his place last night, and I should never have stayed in his bed. It took one night for all of those hopes and dreams for what we might one day be to come rushing back. Only this time, I’m not a teenager, and neither is he. We’re both adults, and my crush is heading into the “more” category. That’s an issue seeing as our lives are too entwined. I’m home for good, and this isn’t just a fling I can walk away from.
Walking into the house, I smell Gram’s baking something. “It smells good in here,” I call out.
“McKenna.” She smiles wide when I walk into the kitchen. “How was the bonfire?”
“Good. We all stayed at Rip’s instead of going back to Laramie’s.”
“Oh, well, that was nice of him to let everyone stay at his place. He’s such a nice boy.”
“Um, Gram, I wouldn’t describe Rip as a boy. He’s definitely all man.” Thoughts of waking up in his arms with his hard length pressed against me flash in my mind. All man indeed.
“Is he now?” she asks with a knowing smile.
Gram and Gramps raised me. They’re my only family, and we’re close, so of course, they both know about my past schoolgirl crush on Rip. “Yep.” I know that my face is flushed. I can feel the heat as it creeps up from my neck to my cheeks. I’m a grown woman. Talking about him shouldn’t make me blush.
“I didn’t expect you home. It’s been ages since you’ve seen your friends.”
“It’s been ages since I’ve seen you and Gramps. Speaking of, where is he?”
“He’s out back meddling in the garden. And you’re young, McKenna, and you work so hard. You deserve some downtime with your friends.”
“We’re going to the lake later today,” I say as the back door opens and Gramps comes in, carrying a couple of tomatoes.
“Look, Agnes.” He grins. “They’re coming on early this year.” He stops next to me, leaning in and kissing my cheek. “Mac,” he says affectionately, in a way only he can. “You feeling all right? You look flushed.”
“Oh, she’s fine. We were just discussing Rip,” Gram says, teasing me.
“Stop!” I laugh. “There is nothing going on with Rip and me. He’s Laramie’s brother. We were all close growing up. You know that.” I sound defensive even to my own ears. I don’t really know what’s going on with Rip. What I do know is last night and yesterday, that’s not normal for us. I’ve never slept in his bed, and he’s never called me beautiful.
“Nice young man,” Gramps adds.
“Enough about Rip. How’s the garden?” I ask Gramps.
“Good, good.” He nods. “These beauties will taste mighty fine on a juicy cheeseburger for dinner.” He sets the tomatoes on a paper towel on the counter.
“The homegrown ones do taste better than the ones you buy at the grocery store,” I agree.
“What’s this about the lake?” Gramps asks, taking a seat next to me.
“A group of us are going to the lake later.”
“It’s a good day for it. Why are you going later instead of while the sun is high in the sky?”
“I wanted to come home and see you and Grams. I feel like I’ve barely seen you since I’ve been home.”