Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
He always thought she was smoking hot but remained hands off until she was ready to move on. Once she was, he moved in to take his shot.
Their relationship started out casual, and for the next few years, it remained that way. Mostly because he worked long hours growing his business and she didn’t seem interested in anything serious.
He didn’t have an issue with keeping what they had together loose and free. Mostly because they lived in Fisher Falls, where the likelihood of her meeting another man worthy of her attention was slim to none.
Until now, anyway, since Dylan and his twin Dayne were back in town for good.
At this point, Ford needed to decide if Dylan was a threat to the relationship he and Erin had. And if he was, what Ford would do about it.
If anything.
Seeing her today reminded him that he didn’t want her to slip away and into someone else’s arms. Or another man’s bed on a permanent basis.
She might act like a typical “small-town girl” on the surface, but in reality, deep down, she was far from that. Where she got her wild sexual appetite, he didn’t know.
Not that he was complaining since he encouraged it and benefitted from it, too.
Too many times to count.
The only issue he’d have was if she shared that certain particular appetite with others. At least without him taking part in that “sharing.”
Not that he had much say in what she did.
Maybe he needed to change that. Make more of an effort. Ask her to make more of one, too.
Their personalities didn’t clash. They had unmistakable chemistry. They had the best sex he ever had in his life. The woman was beautiful inside and out. Kind, giving, intelligent…
The list was long.
So, why weren’t they a couple?
Not only were neither in a rush to commit, Ford had some tastes he had not shared with her.
Fisher Falls tended to lean more toward the traditional side. Most residents graduated high school, got married, had babies, grew old, doted on their grandbabies, sat in a rocker on the porch, then died. It seemed to be the town’s circle of life.
They liked life simple. Though, that kind of simple sounded boring to Ford.
This resort, once it was revealed for what it truly was, would turn this area on its ear.
The Lyons brothers were smart to have this open house. They wanted everyone to see how it would impact the area financially first before they found out how that money was made later.
This was no ordinary resort.
Unlike most of his neighbors, he was all for everything this ranch would bring.
He squeezed Erin’s hand as they approached the stairs on the east side of the event hall. He was sure Erin would be fine with what happened at the resort, too.
When she tugged on his hand, he stopped and saw her pointing at the small sign at the bottom of the steps. A little arrow directed guests up to the second floor.
Her expression was both curious and amused as she read the sign. “Stairway to Heaven?”
“It’s appropriate,” he answered.
A twinkle lit up her brown eyes. “I thought the second floor wasn’t finished?”
“That’s what everyone is being told today. Let’s go.” He encouraged her to take the stairs first—like the gentleman he was—mostly because he wanted to watch her ass rock and roll and maybe get a peek of her smooth legs under her sundress as she climbed.
As she did so, she asked, “Why are the steps to the second floor outside and not inside?”
“For the same reason I built them on the side opposite The Mane Lodge, darlin’. Guests might want to sneak away for playtime and not be seen.” They expected the first floor of the event hall to be a busy place since it would be used for various events and even weddings.
“Playtime,” she repeated in a murmur. When she reached the top landing, she read the sign above the windowless door. “Welcome to Heaven.” She turned and faced him. “You said playtime. That tells me the rumors are true.”
“I’m not sure what you heard, but I promise you this: The reality is so much better than the rumors.”
With a husky voice, she urged, “Then, hurry up and unlock the door.”
“Are you impatient?”
“Well, you explained why the stairs are on this side of the building. Maybe I don’t want us to get caught heading into Heaven. Especially since the second floor is ‘still under construction’ and technically, we shouldn’t be here.”
“Ah, but I’m the general contractor. I’m just checking my crew’s work.”
She laughed. “Smart.”
But being the general contractor didn’t mean he’d be allowed to use one of the playrooms, so they still needed to be cautious.
From his front pocket, he dug out the master key he carried. It opened every door on the property, except for the farmhouse. Only Dayne, Danica and Dylan had the keys to their residence.