Page 3 of Lavender Lake
What was a name?
“Salem,” I said.
“Salem,” he repeated, his brows furrowing. “As in Salem Powell?”
My eyes widened. “How did?—”
“You’re Hadley’s sister, aren’t you?”
I turned my body and my back hit the side of the plane as I tried in vain to put distance between us. “What is this? Are youstalkingme?”
“Stalking? What the hell kind of a question is that?” He glared. “No, I’m not stalking you, but you’re Hadley’s sister. Hadley is marrying Declan. I’m Bowman.”
“Yeah, so the flight attendant said.”
“Bowman,” he repeated. “Cas Bowman. I’m Declan’s best man.”
My mouth dropped open in horror as the plane began rolling down the runway.
I closed my eyes and held in a groan.
I’d had sex with Declan’s best man.
Declan’s best man had seen me naked.
My throat was sore because Declan’s best man had made me scream into a pillow all last night.
“Hadley’s going to kill me,” I stated, flipping my eyes open. “She’s going to kill me dead, and then make Poet her maid of honor. She should’ve done that anyway. Poet never would’ve done this. Poet never would’ve done anything like this.”
I rubbed my temple.
Bowman took my hand.
“You’re panicking.”
“No shit.” I glared at him and tried to tug my hand from his, but he linked his fingers through mine to stop me. “The wedding isn’t for three weeks. Why are you flying up there now?”
“I had some time off from the circuit. I haven’t met Hadley yet and I wanted to get to know her a bit before the wedding.”
“The circuit.” My expression slackened. “Oh.Oh, no. . .”
“What?”
My eyes swept down his body and I finally wrenched my hand from his. “You’re a?—”
“Bull rider.”
I groaned. “You’re an adrenaline junkie that likes danger.”
“I also like temperamental beasts.” He cocked his head to the side and grinned. “No wonder I like you.”
I snorted. “You don’t know me.”
He leaned closer. “After last night, I think I have a pretty good idea of who you are.”
I swallowed, but forced myself to hold his steely gaze. “Oh yeah? Go ahead then. Tell me who I am.”
“Bold. Bratty.” He grinned and tugged on a strand of my red hair. “And beautiful. And you’re not afraid to go to bed with a stranger.”
