the kiss and her head fell back so he could trail kisses down her throat then to the pulse beating wildly at the base of her neck. He lifted his head and looked at her, his eyes dark with passion.
Her stomach lurched. “Please don’t take what I’m about to do as a reflection of what we just did.”
She didn’t make it to the bathroom before she lost what little she had left in her stomach.
Yeah, she was winning at seduction. Maybe there was a reason she didn’t have a lover.
Chapter Three
Sierra rolled over, pain stabbing her temples like white-hot knives. Her throat felt raw and scratchy like sandpaper, and her mouth tasted like days’ old unwashed feet. Not that she’d personally sucked on unwashed feet, but she did occasionally massage them in her reflexology practice and the sentiment seemed to fit. God, she couldn’t remember the last time she drank that much, with no clue how she got home or what she’d done last night. Or, God help her, who she’d done. Because there was one thing that tickled in her brain and that was a guy’s face, prominent in all of her visions from the prior evening.
She reached and patted the other side of the bed, sighing with relief when it came up cold and empty. Only then did she open one eye, realizing the blankets were relatively unmussed. So she hadn’t brought him home, or, if she had, they hadn’t made it to her bed. She shifted, stretching muscles that were sore, but no more sore than if she had danced the night away.
The room wasn’t as bright as she expected. The shades were drawn, which surprised her since she knew she had left them open the night before. When she looked at the clock on the night table to check the time, something strange caught her eye.
A bottle of water. A bottle of aspirin. And a piece of paper.
She shuffled to a half-reclined position and downed a couple of aspirin with water immediately, then picked up the note, blinking a few times to moisten her dry, gritty eyes.
Sierra,
Hope you feel better this morning though you probably feel like you’ve been run over by a truck a few times. Your keys and phone are on the kitchen counter and I brought your car. If you have any questions, my number is below.
It was nice meeting you. I hope we can meet again sometime.
Colt
Sierra swung her legs out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen where, as promised, her keys and phone were on the counter. She looked out the window and her car was in the parking lot, parked evenly between the lines. Damn. Colt really was a gentleman.
As her mind played over what little she remembered, more memories returned in a blurry flood and she flushed with embarrassment. Yeah, she hadn’t been quite so innocent, propositioning him on the dance floor, in the bar, at his car, and right there in the hallway of her apartment . . .
Oh my God. She’d thrown up on him! She checked the hallway but it was clean, as was her bathroom. A guy who cleaned up? This was beyond humiliating.
She picked up the phone and saw a text message from Colt.
Are you okay?
She paused, staring at the screen. She was horrified by her actions the previous evening. It would be best if she ignored the message and left it to the past where it belonged.
She went to take a shower.
Colt checked his phone most of the day, hoping to see a text, a voice mail, something from Sierra. By the time he had settled Sierra and returned to the bar, everyone had left except Zane, so he and Zane had brought Sierra’s truck to her then Zane brought him back to the bar. Ty and Piper, not to be left out, had sent him numerous text messages and were waiting this morning to find out the scoop.
He’d received no message from her all day, and he felt . . . betrayed.
Not that she owed him anything. Hell, they’d danced and had a fun time, nothing more. No promises were made but he kind of thought he’d like to pursue something. He wasn’t hanging around in Granite Junction, however. His life was in Nashville and, unfortunately, on the road for months at a time. What did he have to offer her?
His sister changed her whole life when she met Ty. Granted, she had never been especially happy performing in concert. When