this call, Grayson?”
“Any day.”
“And when ye get the call, what? Ye’ll find an airport and get on a plane?”
“Yes. Then you’ll get your money, right?”
She stared at him. Something in her eyes. Something she wasn’t telling him.
He also wasn’t telling her that he planned to leave her in Austin.
Then again, he planned to leave her in Vegas, and look how that worked out?
She was sitting next to him and he was dying for another fritter.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sabine
Sabine and Grayson drove to Santa Fe since it sat midway between Las Vegas and Austin.
Grayson had wanted to drive straight through, but she didn’t want to sleep in the car.
At a roadside restaurant, he’d checked his phone for a place to stay. Other than that, the dinner had been uneventful, except for all the women gawking at Grayson. And not because he was a famous actor, or infamous for ruining a big-budget film. The man was breathtakingly beautiful. And nice. And polite. And funny.
She stopped laughing when he’d said she’d be sleeping in a tent that night, though. Her stomach had twisted when they pulled off the highway, drove down a long dirt road that didn’t give her any more hope, until it opened to a field of little canvas castles.
“Supposedly, this is glamping,” Grayson said, leading her to a spot under a blanket of stars.
Glancing around, the place reminded her of those car commercials with people sitting outside tents by a glossy lake and a roaring fire. No lake in the desert, but people were clustered around campfires. The smoke perfumed the air with a pleasant scent of sandalwood, making her smile.
“I think that’s it.” Grayson pointed, resting his hand on the small of her back.
His assumption was right since it appeared to be the only empty tent. Although, the word tent was being used very loosely. The guy who checked them in called it a donut tent, which of course had her and Grayson giggling.
Their first inside joke.
It starts with an inside joke.
“Is it still a tent if it has a hardwood floor?” She jumped up and down, surprised by how sturdy it felt. “And a bathroom?”
Although, the bathroom had sold her on the idea more than the flooring material.
“Cool, huh?” Grayson said, nodding, seeking affirmation.
She looked around. “Hang on. There’s only one bed.”
He wrinkled his nose. “It was the only spot left.”
“But the guy said it was a deluxe.”
“I think they’re all deluxe.”
A small open sitting room sat between the bedroom behind a sliding glass panel and what looked like a modern living room on the other side. She spotted a sofa. A very small sofa. Grayson was six-five, he couldn’t sleep on it.
And he looked like he took up most of any bed he slept in.
“What’s the matter, don’t trust me?” He laid a heart-stopping grin on her.
I dun’t trust myself.
“Knock, knock,” a voice spun them around.
“Hey, there.” Grayson sauntered up to the guy and shook his hand.
“We see you just checked in. It’s late, but we have a fire going if you want to sit with us. If you like wine, we have plenty of red.”
Grayson raised questioning eyes to her over his shoulder. She was dead tired, but the idea of sitting by a fire excited her. “Sounds good. I just need to freshen up.”
“Okay. Yeah, thanks.”
“We’re just over there.” The guy pointed.
“Cool, we’ll see you in a bit.”
Sabine stared at the bed, guessing it was a queen size. Crisp white down comforter, lots of pillows. Good to make a wall.
Yeah. Like a pillow wall would stop Grayson Hart. Or her.
“You sure you want to check out the fire?” Grayson came in, his eyes on the bed, too.
“Sounds nice.” Although, it’d felt like a fire right there in the tent.
She could no longer deny the scorching attraction between her and Grayson. And it wasn’t because he was beautiful. In L.A., all men were beautiful. Women, too. Only, no one had ever looked at her as anything other than a freak because she was so tall, with a thick body and round booty.
Grayson often devoured her with his eyes.
If she got in that bed with him something was going to happen. Did she want that?
They were adults, but he was her skip. Would he seduce her to get her to give in and let him go and wander the country some more while he waited for his call? The days ticked down. She lost one hundred grand every day he waited for his phone to ring. She’d come close