Page 133 of Lucky Shot
“You pack and I’ll clean up over here,” I suggest.
“Okay.”
Neither of us moves.
“Meet you in ten?”
She nods and with a reluctant sigh, steps back from my embrace.
“Better take off that jersey too, Red.”
“Why? I think I look cute.”
“Fine. Don’t, but be prepared to crawl on your hands and knees later when you’re begging me to fuck you.”
“Ooh. I pick option two.”
Fucking hell.
She tosses a sassy smirk at me as she swivels around, practically prancing toward the cabin.
I head back inside, cleaning up quickly and finally feeling like I can see a path forward. I want more of this, whatever she wants that to look like and for as long as she wants. We’ll figure it out.
I doubt it’s even been five minutes when I’m jogging down the back steps and cutting across the yard to the cabin. I haven’t worked out how I’m going to ask her, but I know what I want. I hope she feels the same.
She’s still packing when I get there. Her suitcase is overflowing and she’s shoving more inside. “How did I end up with more stuff than when I came?”
“Maybe you should leave the jersey here then.”
“Oh no. I’m wearing this home.” She pulls on the hem of it.
I go to her, stopping a foot away and tugging her the rest of the way to me. “Maybe don’t go at all. Problem solved.”
“I wish.”
“Me too.”
The smile she aims at me makes me think maybe this could work.
My pulse quickens and my heart hammers in my chest as I lace my fingers through hers. Can I really ask her to stay? Does she even want that? Living this life during the summer is one thing but once the season starts, I’ll be gone more than I’m home and Aidan’s schedule will pick up too.
“I was thinking…” I stop and clear my throat.
Her phone pings before I can finish the thought.
“Go ahead,” I say because I need another minute to figure out what to say.
She pulls it out of her front pocket and then pauses. “It’s from Molly. Probably just confirming my travel.”
Her gaze roams over the screen and her thumb scrolls. A tiny divot forms between her brows.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” she says, unconvincingly.
“What is it?”
Ruby’s expression is dazed and her tone hard to read as she says, “They’ve increased the print run, and two bookstores have asked to do a special edition.”
