those nights you spent alone in your hotel room. How did you unwind by yourself after coming off the adrenaline high of the rodeo, hmm?” “Jesus Christ.” He sounds pained, and immensely turned on. “I—I don’t know if it’s a good idea for me to answer that. None of this is a good idea.” “Do you want to stop talking? I can hang up.” The fluttering pulse in my neck matches the wings beating in my stomach, hoping for what his answer might be. Yet, I still feel like there’s every possibility the stern, grouchy, closed-up version of Beau is going to make his appearance and shut this phone call down
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