Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I snapped back to reality as Sam turned to look at me in real life, his green eyes bright.
“Don’t worry about the whole making sounds in your sleep thing,” he said, his voice low. “It doesn’t bother me. It’s kind of cute.”
I could feel a flush descending over my cheeks. People had called me a lot of things my whole life, but cute wasn’t usually one of them.
“I warned you I talk in my sleep,” I said. I tried to ignore how much I liked Sam calling me cute. I was probably just so used to us trading insults back and forth that when he actually gave me a compliment, by brain went haywire.
“And it’s well worth it, to be able to stay in your RV,” Sam said. “Thank you. Seriously. It’s the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept on.”
“The mattresses are pretty good, aren’t they?”
“Like a damn cloud,” Sam said.
When we got to the front of the line, there were only three pieces of bacon left.
“Well, shit,” Cathy said, looking down at the pan as she held her spatula. I was sure we had enough for everybody to have two big pieces.”
“It’s okay,” Sam said, waving a hand. “Give Fox two, I’ll take one.”
“What? No, go ahead,” I said.
He looked back at me, nothing but kindness in his eyes. “I really mean it. I appreciate you letting me stay in the RV. The least I can do is give you two pieces of the good bacon.”
“Are you sure?”
I was starting to realize that was just Sam’s natural personality. He always looked out for everyone else around him, putting them before himself. Even me.
He gave me a small smile. “I’m completely sure. You know what? I’ll even promise not to secretly take photos of you devouring the bacon to post on Instagram whenever we get service.”
I snorted. “Do that and I’ll kill you before the forest ghost can get to you,” I said.
“Oh, is that what your dreams were about?” he asked, his eyes lighting up. “You were fantasizing about finally murdering me.”
Nope. Fantasizing about having your lips on me.
I let out a slow breath. “I can promise you, that is not what I was dreaming about.”
7
Sam
“Civilization! Hallelujah,” I said, throwing my arms up in the air as Fox steered the RV into the highways of Denver. I could already feel the energy of the city fueling me as I saw the distant skyline with a thin layer of puffy white clouds above it.
“If by civilization you mean traffic,” Fox said.
“I like traffic,” I said with a shrug.
Fox looked my way, pushing his sunglasses down a little so he could furrow his brow at me. “You’re such a weirdo.”
“What?” I protested. “Traffic means people. Lots of people. And I definitely like that.”
“I thought the campground was nice,” Fox said.
It was the fourth day of the road trip, and I had been waiting desperately to get away from the peaceful campground.
Don’t get me wrong, I’d enjoyed the scenery of the campground far more than I’d ever expected. Living among the pine trees, wildflowers and birds was beautiful. Calm. With plenty of space for my thoughts.
But apparently when I had too much space for my thoughts, they ran wild, going places that they had no business being. And for the past three days, I’d been fucking horny.
Way, way too horny.
And with no outlet, my attention kept falling on Fox. It was getting to be a problem. When he came back from his run each morning. I hadn’t been able to stop looking at him, shirtless and slightly glistening in the sun. I’d always known Fox was attractive, but now every time my eyes landed on him I had to fight to keep my thoughts in check.
I didn’t like it. I wasn’t used to hiding my feelings. I was always an open book, and I took pride in it. Usually when I was drooling over a hot guy, I didn’t waste time. I told him exactly how hot he was. I showered guys with compliments and affection.
But this wasn’t just a guy, this was Fox. And I was on a family trip, for God’s sake.
So for the past three days, I’d been fighting to keep it all inside, like a hungry dog waiting to be let out of a cage. Even now, I couldn’t stop glancing over at him in the driver’s seat, his dark hair slightly mussed, his stupid clothes fitted perfectly over his stupid, hot body.
Tonight, we had all pitched in to get a deluxe luxury suite in a high-rise hotel in Denver, complete with five bedrooms, five bathrooms, jacuzzi tubs, and a living room that could double as a mini movie theater. It was exactly what I needed. Distractions. More people. Hopefully plenty of guys who I could stare at who weren’t my stepbrother.