Page 84 of Romancing His Heart
I stare at him, dumbfounded. “You’re bored.”
“So fucking much.”
“Huh.” He looks so cute standing there like a lost, little boy. Well, a lost, little boy in the body of a sex king. “Do you read?”
“Of course I read, but I didn’t bring any books. I wasn’t exactly planning on a forced vacation.”
“Right,” I say, trying to contain my amusement. “How long have you been this bored?”
“I’ve been counting fucking nails in the floor for the last week.”
My shoulders shake as a full-body laugh racks my body. Trying to compose myself, I bite the inside of my cheek before raising my gaze to meet Loki’s, who is glowering at me from the corner.
“You’ve been counting nails on the floor?” I choke out.
“I’m so glad you find this funny, Red. I haven’t been in one place for more than a month in years. Even then, I’ve always traveled in between. I’m going nuts in captivity.”
“Awe, my poor, wild animal,” I coo.
“I’ll show you wild,” he growls, moving toward me like the caveman he is.
Holding up a hand, I stop him. “Not that I wouldn’t love some wild, animalistic sex right now, but I have a deadline, so it’ll have to wait a few hours.”
Sighing, he turns in place. I think he really might have a nervous breakdown soon.
“I have a Kindle you’re welcome to use. You can download any book you want.”
“This whole time you’ve had a kindle and didn’t tell me?” He has the nerve to look mad.
“I had no idea you were so bored. I thought you enjoyed playing handyman around here,” I giggle.
“The only plumbing I want to fix from here on out is yours. Give me the damn Kindle.”
I reach into my bag and grab it while he pouts. Opening it up, I show him how to access the Kindle store.
“I’m surprised you’ve never used a Kindle before.”
“Red, I haven’t had downtime since I graduated college.”
I gape at him as he climbs into bed and situates himself against the backboard. We’re seated facing each other with the cabin spaced out between us.
“What about vacations?” Surely, he’s had some sort of downtime.
“The last vacation I took was spring break with the guys our freshman year. We went to Puerto Vallarta, and Trevor almost spent the night in a Mexican prison.”
“For what?”
“He was dancing on the bar, and let’s just say it wasn’t as solid as Trevor was. He crashed through it, and they called the police. I was only seventeen at the time, so I had to bail and missed all the fun, but Dex said Trevor was so drunk he threatened to buy the entire city.”
“Oh my God,” I laugh.
“It’s funny. I haven’t thought about that trip in years.” His voice is soft as he recalls the memory. “That was such a great week. Everything changed after that, though. Preston lost his dad, Trevor lost his mom, and Dex started getting serious with his ex.”
“What about you?”
“Me?” he asks, lifting his gaze to mine. “Things stayed the same for another year. It wasn’t until I turned eighteen that the Nightingales came calling.”
“The what?”
