Page 94 of The Lies We Told Ourselves

Booker leaned in and kissed me. The towel that had been wrapped around me dropped into my lap, and he smiled against my lips.

“See, my luck’s changing already,” he murmured.

But then his cell rang again and ruined it all.

I went to pull away, the panic of this being another investor dropping us making my heart pick up speed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Booker asked as he chased after my lips.

“You should answer that.”

“There’s nothing more important in this moment than me making sure you’re okay,” Booker told me, and from the look on his face, I knew he was being nothing but truthful.

Could the ranch plans continue without the backers? It would mean Booker investing everything he had. I should look over the financial projections again. Maybe if I could put out another social media campaign and raise our brand awareness…

Booker sighed. “You’re in work mode, aren’t you?”

I looked at him sheepishly and nodded just as his cell rang again.

This time when Booker pulled it out of his pocket, he grinned. “Get dressed. There’s something I want to show you.”

Okay, I was about to get whiplash with what was going on here today.

“Erm, okay.” I stood reluctantly from Booker’s lap, confused about what was happening, and he patted me on the ass before gently pushing me toward the closet.

I looked at him, grinning down at his cell, and picked up the lacey little number from the dresser that I’d been planning on putting on before finding Booker in the bedroom.

“I guess I’ll save this for another day, then.” I shrugged dramatically as I tossed it into the closet over my shoulder.

Booker groaned as he watched the scrap of red lace fly away. “You’re killing me, Reece.”

Instead, I grabbed some jeans, slipping them on without any underwear, and then grabbed one of Booker’s flannel shirts and slowly buttoned it up over my bare breasts.

Booker watched me hungrily and then audibly gulped.

“Okay…Yeah…We can be quick. Ten minutes tops,” he rushed out before he grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the bedroom.

Men. So predictable.

Booker thankfully allowed me time to put my boots on, and as he charged out of the house, we found a confused-looking Xander standing there, staring at his phone.

“What’s so important?” he asked, looking from Booker to me and then frowning again when it became apparently obvious what we’d been interrupted from the beginning. “If this is you wanting to show off about your sex life, then I’m not sure I want to be involved. And it’s a bit creepy, honestly,” he huffed.

Booker rolled his eyes and laughed, not even bothering to deny it as he tugged on my hand and led us down the steps.

“Come on, we can take the truck,” Booker said, climbing into the driver’s side and then whistling loudly as he leaned out the window.

Val came charging out of the house and jumped through the passenger door as I slid in behind her. Xander watched in outrage.

“I know you’re not thinking I’m sitting in the flatbed while your dog takes the people seat,” he said.

“She called it first.” I shrugged and closed the door while Xander huffed.

“I’m taking the other truck,” he said, spinning on his heel and getting in the ranch truck he must have just arrived in. “I’ll follow you,” he called out the window as he started the engine.

Booker turned his truck toward the driveway, and we headed away from the ranch. He’d said it would only take ten minutes, but I had no idea where we could go in that amount of time.

The question was solved as we pulled up to the road and found Dex on a ladder fitting a sign that had definitely not been there the last time I’d come down the driveway.

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