Hot for the Ranger (Hot for Heroes #8) - Ember Flint Page 0,15
phone in my hands and start to fidget on the sofa again.
Wyatt told me that he wouldn’t be able to contact me for a couple of days but promised he would call at least once as soon as he reached his destination wherever that is, but it’s been five days since I last saw him and he hasn’t called or texted yet.
I know the number I have is correct: he programmed it into my cell himself and then gave his own a ring from it to get mine.
I’m nervous and starting to get a bit worried now.
I didn’t sleep a wink last night.
I don’t know where Wyatt is and what’s going on with him and I already miss him so much.
It’s almost unbelievable how deeply connected I feel to him, considering we only had a week together, but we spent every waking moment of those seven days in our little perfect bubble and shared so much about each other, our dreams, our hopes, that it feels like I’ve known him my whole life and loved him for just as long, maybe for longer.
Veronica has been grumbling about me falling so hard and fast for him, she has attempted to belittle our whirlwind magic romance in every possible way, but I don’t care.
I know what we have is special and I don’t need months to be sure of my feelings. I love Wyatt.
I fell for him at a glance the moment our eyes met across the dance floor. I could feel in moments what he would be to me, that we would be forever, and she can laugh as much as she wants, I’m not changing my mind.
After I left the party and ran from that idiot, Barry, I got truly scared.
The farther I ventured onto the dark, deserted beach, with him hurling insults behind me, the more I felt like I had veritably jumped out of the frying pan into the fire.
With every step, my heart got higher in my throat.
At the party, there were people and my handsome mystery hunk. I could have attracted the attention of someone and Barry would have probably slinked away like the snake he proved to be, but there on the sand, in the stillness of the night with just the full moon as witness, I was easy prey.
I’m not athletic and running for more than a few minutes tires me out, my muscles were burning already and I was still too far from the B&B. That’s when my stupid wedges got in the way and I started to stumble, unable to find purchase against the fine, silvery sand.
I kept on running, trying frantically to think of something, my hands attempting to dial 911 while I ducked empty recliners and plastic chairs. Then I felt fingers grazing the ends of my hair and despite the warm, sticky breeze swooshing around me, I felt the heat drain from my face.
I inhaled fully ready to scream at the top of my lungs, sure I would feel a hand grabbing me, but it never came.
I heard a thud and a groan and turned around in time to see the handsome man from the bar sending Barry sprawling on his ass in a cloud of sand.
That pig tried to talk, tried to defend himself, pinning things on me as best as he could, but Wyatt gave him one quelling, dangerous look and told him to ‘get the fuck lost if he cared to retain his balls’ and that vile asshole was up and running toward the party lights like a shot.
All my fear evaporated and I don’t know, maybe it was the shock or the ridiculousness of seeing a grown man almost piss his pants when confronted by such a large adversary, but I started laughing and then crying.
One blink and I was up and close with my personal romance hero, tightly held in his brawny, powerful arms, a few seconds later I knew his name and he knew mine, another breath and we were exchanging a kiss, my own very first kiss. It was deep, and sweet, and perfect, and as his lips touched mine I knew that no matter how strange it felt, no matter how impossible, I truly was standing in the presence of my one true love.
After that, things got positively dreamy and stayed like that for the rest of the night until he told me he would be gone for as long as six months or more seven days from then.