Page 70 of Wild Rose
I’ll have to find out more about these two .?.?. and a few other things.
12.45 a.m.
Willow:Get anything cute?
I sigh. Bet she set her alarm to check on me at this hour.
Stubborn woman. I send her a picture of my boots.
Willow:Oh, cute boots. I’ll look good in those when I borrow ’em. You up?
Rose:Nope, sound asleep.
Willow:Hey, I’m allowed stupid questions once in a while.
Rose:Go to sleep, Wil, I’m good.
Willow:Love you.
Rose:Love you more.
I’m painting in the living room. But tonight, I’m not trying to keep my mind from replaying a nightmare from two years ago.
OK, so maybe there’s a little bit of that—old habits die hard.
Tonight, my mind’s on Wilder.
I’ve been more than curious about this grumpy cowboy since the day I walked onto his ranch and locked eyes with him.
And now, I’ve not only kissed him, I let myself get absorbed in the heat of it. In the way his strong arms pulled me close like he had every right to. His lips didn’t just claim mine, they gave the promise of claiming all of me.
For those few powerful moments, he was staking his territory, like I already belonged to him.
I’ve never felt so desired, so incredibly turned on. His touch hit differently. Those calloused fingers against my skin, stroking so tenderly. Nothing like the way his demanding lips possessed me. It was intense and unraveling.
But after my brother left, I knew it was over. I knew Wilder was going to say goodnight. Even if his eyes were saying something else. That he wished we were under different circumstances where I wasn’t his best friend’s sister.
Because obviously, you don’t one-night-stand your best friend’s sister.
And that’s all I’d be.
Wes said since Bonnie, he’s never seen him with the same woman twice.
I’d be no exception.
When the paint strokes start to drift off the canvas, I know it’s time for bed.
I move to the door, securing the lock as if it weren’t already fastened. Then the windows, reminding myself that this is Blue River Ranch.
Not crime central.
No one’s after me here. I’m safe.
That mantra didn’t work the first week I was here. It’s not going to work my second.
Not even in this pretty house.
I brush my teeth, apply some night cream, and slip into a black cotton nightgown. Willow bought it for me last Christmas. It lands just above the knee and is super soft.
