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I know you are because you made me like you when I swore I never would.”
“That supposed to be a compliment, Red?” is all he says before I sigh and hang up.
Cade: How you holding up, Red?
That wobble in her voice on the phone has haunted me all night.
“You need to learn how to take a compliment, Red. A simple thank-you is all it requires.”
“Red. Just take the thank-you. Now shut up and go back to sleep.”
Willa Grant looks way too good in my bed.
There’s a part of me that gets off on it.
I need to try harder because she’s quickly becoming one of those things that matter to me. And I’m not sure I can handle more responsibility.
“You saying my mind could use a little numbing, Red?”
“Willa, you have the prettiest hair,”
“Thank you, baby. But I need out.”
“At least you got yours in the toilet,” Luke says with an earnest look on his face.
“He’s worth it,” I say, with a watery smile.
His tone says that I just asked him a stupid question.
At his core, Cade is a caretaker. Selfless. With such a big heart I almost can’t wrap my head around it.
He’s such a gentleman, he doesn’t even glance down.
I’ve imagined Cade taking my hair in his fist—but not like this. This is humiliating in a way I’ll never recover from. The magic is straight gone.
“It’s okay, Red. I got you.”
“Sit up, Red.”
“That’s my girl.”
I moan at the feel. At his words. My girl.
“Come on, Red. I tried to be a gentleman and respect your wishes, but your wishes are bullshit.
“I don’t care about your breath, Red. I’m not taking you there to make out.” I laugh, but my biggest question is, Why not?
“You’re a big softy, Cade Eaton. Sit down.”
“My little troublemaker,”
“You’re good at it. Maybe you should become a teacher or something.”
“Yeah, Red. Unless they check you out.”
“You’re a lot of things, Red. But flighty is not one of them.”
“That’s the thing, Red. There are too many fuckin’ strings with you. Enough to strangle us both.
the tattered remains of my ego.
The fucking temptation of her.
She says it like it’s a punch line to a joke, and I just don’t get why she’s this hard on herself.
But I’m caught on the part where she’s married to some man who rolls his eyes at her. A man who isn’t me.
“Red, don’t marry a man who rolls his eyes at you.” “You roll your eyes at me all the time.” Fuck, I need to stop doing that. She deserves better. “Don’t marry me either.”
“Red, you’re nuts. But I like that about you. You’re like a goddamn hurricane.”
“You’re a good man, Cade Eaton.” Her compliment has my skin crawling.
One quick turn over my shoulder confirms the disappointment on her face. Resignation. Two offers in one night. Two offers turned down.
I realize I’m shutting the door on my chance with the girl sitting on my bed. Because her pride won’t let her ask again.
Too scared to get my heart broken again. What heart? I chide myself.
And then I lie here, staring at the ceiling, replaying that look on her face. And feeling sick to my stomach.
was too dumbstruck by the outline of her pussy to say no.
Ay yo
Those lips should be mine. On mine. Wrapped around my cock. Moaning my name.
Rhett: I think my brother’s words were: she’s clueless that a bunch of dumbass cowboys keep humping her leg when she walks past. Willa: Cool, cool, cool. I’ll try not to trip while they do.
Cowboys as far as the eye can see, right when I’ve realized I’ve only got eyes for one.
I’d want more than just sex, and he doesn’t even want that. It’s a rough blow to what I’m realizing is my already fragile ego.
But he needed something for himself more than he needed that.
I’d get off on watching someone as steady as Cade completely lose it.
I need to get over this. Stat. Pining is not my MO. Especially not over a guy who doesn’t want me.
I don’t need everyone and their dog knowing I’m head over heels for Luke and well on my way to being the same
