Excellent.
My hands started moving on his skin.
His head came up and his eyes, lit with humor, caught mine.
“And, just sayin’, babe, you lock my pendant away ‘cause you don’t want the questions the Rock Chicks will fire at you when they see my present around your neck, that’s cool. I’ll wait ‘til you let me in for you to wear it.”
He so knew me.
Everything.
That was a bit scary.
What was scarier was that he knew me in all my stubborn crazy, and it seemed he found it amusing.
I reminded myself it was Christmas and I was not going to get annoyed.
But even if it was Christmas, I couldn’t allow myself to hope.
So I just rolled my eyes.
On the downward roll, he was kissing me. While doing that, an extremely proficient multi-tasker in bed, he commenced doing other things with me.
It was the best beginning of a Christmas ever.
Like a dream.
* * * * *
The rest of the day wouldn’t go so well as the Rock Chicks, Hot Bunch, Tex, Duke and a variety of other people witnessed my scene with Ren at Roxie and Hank’s wedding and they were in my business about it.
I’d had some experience staving off such enquiries so it wasn’t tough to keep the wolves at bay.
The problem was, after that scene, the Rock Chicks were on the scent. And this was not good.
But I couldn’t concentrate on that. So I put it off (and put it off and then more putting it off) and decided to face that particular music if and when the time came.
I had enough on my hands dealing with Ren and me being f**k buddies.
Or, as Ren saw it, Ren and me being a Ren and me.
A game where I made my plays, Ren made his.
A game where our plays were the same even when I tried to convince myself they were different.
A game that would end on a morning in May in a moderately priced motel in a small Colorado Mountain town.
And it ended decisively.
Fast Forward—Hit Play
Chapter Seven
Unconscious
May in a moderately priced motel in a small Colorado Mountain town…
I got into the bedroom, my hands on my jeans and was about to shove a foot through when they were yanked clean away.