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Heaven forbid I author something that women might actually enjoy reading.
sweetly. “I do love a good romance novel. Especially if there’s a little erotica mixed in too.”
Everyone thought it was the article that had changed my life. It wasn’t. It had been the six months I’d spent in Montana. It had been the six months I’d spent with him.
I admired the hell out of Sabrina. That woman had more guts than most people I knew.
The twitterpation would eventually fade, just like it always did. No man had ever captivated me for long.
He wasn’t just absurdly handsome. He was also a good man.
Men were so lucky. I’d kill for the ability to pee standing up right now.
“Tomorrow will be better, Sabrina,” Beau whispered. I believed him.
I was a sucker for chest hair, that one defining trait that separated the men from the boys.
“I’m just going to lay it out there,” he said. “You’re beautiful.” Those words, ones that should have elicited a beaming smile, made me brace. His tone was dreadfully serious. The next statement was certain to ruin his pretty words. “We’re from two different worlds. Let’s not get wrapped up in this physical connection, or whatever this is, and do something stupid.”
Beau was the type of man that everyone around him leaned on.
I couldn’t think of the last time I’d dated a man as admirable as he was.
My attraction for Beau wasn’t fading, not in the slightest.
A disastrous descent that would splatter my heart on the pavement and leave no possible hope for repair. Because a future with Beau was impossible. We’re from two different worlds.
No man would ever hold me this well. I was made to be wrapped in these arms.
I wanted a man who would hold my hand, squeezing it every now and again so I knew I wasn’t alone as I waged my own war. I wanted a man who would push me to keep battling because he knew I’d eventually win.
Ever since our walk in the meadow, I’d made it my goal to do something to make him laugh every day. Beau had an amazing sense of humor, and he laughed often, but it sounded even better when I was the catalyst. The sound of his laughter was a balm to my broken spirit.
“Thank you, Goliath.” He didn’t hesitate in wrapping me up, my cheek squishing even further into his rock-solid chest. “You’re welcome, Shortcake.”
“You’re sweet, and to me, you’ll always be short.”
Sabrina’s face was back to normal. Her full lips and perfectly shaped nose were no longer covered in welts and gashes. She was as beautiful a woman as I’d ever seen.
My characters weren’t perfect, they were real.
I loved my story. I had loved writing my story.
Even if I only sold ten copies, I didn’t care.
Fiction was remarkable. I could give her the man I’d never find, a man that didn’t exist in the real world. Because no decent, honorable, kind man would want anything to do with me.
They weren’t sad. They were full of hope. I smiled, bringing a hand over my mouth to laugh. I wrote a book.
R E L A T A B L E!!!!!!
I wasn’t a reporter anymore. I was an author. And I wasn’t ever looking back.
I wanted her. Every piece. Maybe Maisy had been right and Sabrina could find a way to like it here after all. I was going to start doing whatever I could to make her fall in love with Montana. If she did? I’d be one lucky man. If she didn’t? Well, I’d still be lucky. I was coming to realize that even if I only had Sabrina for a short time, anything with her was better than nothing.
I was ready for the relationship. The give and take. The passionate kisses and the lazy cuddles. Writing my novel had taught me that too. I was envious of the love my fictional heroine had found.
“You’re a good person, Beau Holt.” “So are you, Sabrina MacKenzie.”
Kissing Beau was all-consuming. It was brazen, yet tender. The most beautiful words in the world couldn’t describe how his lips turned me to liquid in his arms.
Beau was as steady as a mountain in a storm. Nothing seemed to scare him.
I sent up another grateful message to whichever angel had sent Beau Holt into my life. Because though tonight’s circumstances had been extreme, I was undeniably happy to be back in his arms.
“You’re the toughest woman I’ve ever met, Sabrina MacKenzie.” He grabbed the hair I’d been twirling out of my fingers. “But I think I’ll always worry about you.”
With Beau’s eyes staring right into my soul, I didn’t have one worry about where we were headed. I’d follow him anywhere on earth.
don’t want to be the guy that hurts you, Sabrina.”
I was fucked. For every minute we spent together, I wanted ten more. And the sex? Fuck me. We connected on every level that existed. So, yeah. I. Was. Fucked.
I didn’t want her for right now. I wanted her for always. I wanted what I’d never have.
“Down on all fours, angel,”
Daddy Beau has spoken! You shall obey him!
That sexy man was all mine. For today, tomorrow and however long we had, he was mine.
I was in love with him. I knew I’d fallen before, but I hadn’t admitted it to myself. But sitting in this tiny bathroom, I couldn’t deny it any longer. I was hopelessly in love with Beau Holt.
“In case you didn’t know, when a man starts a conversation with ‘we need to talk,’ a woman automatically assumes the worst.”
“You’ve got a talent for making me smile, Sabrina.”
And if it hurt this much to say good-bye to a building, I’d never be able to say good-bye to Beau. If I weren’t in danger—if life could go back to normal—I’d uproot everything and fit my life to his just to avoid the pain of leaving his side. All he had to do was ask me to stay.
His arms pulled me closer, and even though I was in an unfamiliar place, I was home.
I don’t want to go. I want to see you again. I want more time.
“I’m scared of my laptop,” I admitted. “I feel like when my fingers hit the keyboard, it will rip open fresh wounds.”
“I’ll always come if you need me, Sabrina. Never doubt that,”
“I’ve got you.” Don’t ever let me go.
“Don’t be talking about my Shortcake like that. She’s always beautiful. Even after being forced to use an outhouse.”
“One day at a time,” Beau said, reading my thoughts. One day at a time.
