her hair and enjoying a luxurious soak, she stepped from the tub. The towel felt heavenly as she dried off and wrapped herself into it.
Back in her bedroom, she opened her suitcase and took out her soft cotton gown, pulled it over her head and slipped on a cozy pair of slippers. Then she wandered into the kitchen and looked into the fridge. Removing the bowls of veggies and fruits, she placed them on the counter and found the cutting board and a strainer. Rhian busied herself making a light dinner. A basket she had not noticed earlier sat on the table with a bottle of wine and a fresh loaf of bread. Grabbing the bread out of the basket, she opened the package and inhaled the scent. Her stomach growled as she sliced off a piece and spread some of the soft churned butter over it.
Rhian poured a glass of wine and carried the meal onto the veranda. As the sun slowly set behind the hills, she felt a peace come over her. This is just what I needed. She sat peacefully, listening to the night sounds and letting the light breeze flow over her skin.
When she climbed into bed that evening and turned off the lights, her mind moved immediately to Kellen. She wondered where he was and what he was doing as she drifted off.
Chapter Sixteen
K ellen wondered where Rhian was and what she was doing. Why didn’t she talk to me before she left? He decided to grab a shower and hit the club. Maybe he would find someone to take the edge off. Why did he care anyway?
When he arrived at the club, he ordered a shot of whiskey. He saw a blonde in an incredibly tight dress headed his way. He pretended to not be interested as she slithered up to him. She placed her hand on his arm; he turned with a raised eyebrow and nodded.
“Hey, my name is Julie. You’re Kellen, right?” She smiled at him and batted her eyes.
God, I hate when they do that crap. “Yeah, I am. How are you tonight, Julie?” he replied in his best “I couldn’t give a shit who you are” tone.
She leaned in closer and almost started purring. “My friend Linda said you really know how to take care of a lady.” She laughed, but the sound grated on every nerve in his body.
“Who’s Linda?”
Julie frowned. “My friend over there.” She pointed to a tall redhead near the end of the bar.
“Oh, sorry. Don’t remember her.” Kellen motioned the bartender to refill his drink.
“Well, she sure remembers you. Says it was the best time of her life when you took her home. She can’t stop talking about it. So I wondered if you would like to take me home?” She batted her lashes again.
Kellen looked her up and down, shrugging his shoulders. “Why not?” He downed his drink and said, “Let’s go. I hope you drove because you aren’t dressed to ride my bike.” He sauntered towards the door, not looking back to see if she followed.
Julie waved to her friend as she eagerly followed him out of the bar. “Where are you parked?”
“Right there.” He pointed to his Harley under the streetlight. “Drive over and I’ll follow you to your house.”
She cocked her head sideways. “Oh, sure. You want to follow me home?”
“That’s what I said. Or I can go back inside. Your call, lady.” He leaned back against the railing to see what she would say. From the look in her eyes, her friend must have really talked him up. He was proud of his skills in the bedroom and how quickly his reputation had gotten around town.
“All right, I’m driving a red Honda. Don’t go anywhere on me, sexy.” She turned and walked away with a sway of her hips.
Kellen shook his head. Always the same. Can’t they think of anything else to do other than sway their damn hips? He ran his hand through his hair, walked to his bike, and put his helmet on. When he saw her car approach, he started the big bike and followed his newest conquest home.
They arrived a few minutes later at a small, two-story yellow house on Walnut Street. He pulled into the drive behind her car.
“Come on. Would
Back in her bedroom, she opened her suitcase and took out her soft cotton gown, pulled it over her head and slipped on a cozy pair of slippers. Then she wandered into the kitchen and looked into the fridge. Removing the bowls of veggies and fruits, she placed them on the counter and found the cutting board and a strainer. Rhian busied herself making a light dinner. A basket she had not noticed earlier sat on the table with a bottle of wine and a fresh loaf of bread. Grabbing the bread out of the basket, she opened the package and inhaled the scent. Her stomach growled as she sliced off a piece and spread some of the soft churned butter over it.
Rhian poured a glass of wine and carried the meal onto the veranda. As the sun slowly set behind the hills, she felt a peace come over her. This is just what I needed. She sat peacefully, listening to the night sounds and letting the light breeze flow over her skin.
When she climbed into bed that evening and turned off the lights, her mind moved immediately to Kellen. She wondered where he was and what he was doing as she drifted off.
Chapter Sixteen
K ellen wondered where Rhian was and what she was doing. Why didn’t she talk to me before she left? He decided to grab a shower and hit the club. Maybe he would find someone to take the edge off. Why did he care anyway?
When he arrived at the club, he ordered a shot of whiskey. He saw a blonde in an incredibly tight dress headed his way. He pretended to not be interested as she slithered up to him. She placed her hand on his arm; he turned with a raised eyebrow and nodded.
“Hey, my name is Julie. You’re Kellen, right?” She smiled at him and batted her eyes.
God, I hate when they do that crap. “Yeah, I am. How are you tonight, Julie?” he replied in his best “I couldn’t give a shit who you are” tone.
She leaned in closer and almost started purring. “My friend Linda said you really know how to take care of a lady.” She laughed, but the sound grated on every nerve in his body.
“Who’s Linda?”
Julie frowned. “My friend over there.” She pointed to a tall redhead near the end of the bar.
“Oh, sorry. Don’t remember her.” Kellen motioned the bartender to refill his drink.
“Well, she sure remembers you. Says it was the best time of her life when you took her home. She can’t stop talking about it. So I wondered if you would like to take me home?” She batted her lashes again.
Kellen looked her up and down, shrugging his shoulders. “Why not?” He downed his drink and said, “Let’s go. I hope you drove because you aren’t dressed to ride my bike.” He sauntered towards the door, not looking back to see if she followed.
Julie waved to her friend as she eagerly followed him out of the bar. “Where are you parked?”
“Right there.” He pointed to his Harley under the streetlight. “Drive over and I’ll follow you to your house.”
She cocked her head sideways. “Oh, sure. You want to follow me home?”
“That’s what I said. Or I can go back inside. Your call, lady.” He leaned back against the railing to see what she would say. From the look in her eyes, her friend must have really talked him up. He was proud of his skills in the bedroom and how quickly his reputation had gotten around town.
“All right, I’m driving a red Honda. Don’t go anywhere on me, sexy.” She turned and walked away with a sway of her hips.
Kellen shook his head. Always the same. Can’t they think of anything else to do other than sway their damn hips? He ran his hand through his hair, walked to his bike, and put his helmet on. When he saw her car approach, he started the big bike and followed his newest conquest home.
They arrived a few minutes later at a small, two-story yellow house on Walnut Street. He pulled into the drive behind her car.
“Come on. Would
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