pastimes. Isn’t it marvelous how much we have in common, Grayson?” Cammie asks.
“Amazing,” I tell her, hoping the sarcastic intent is somehow hidden enough it goes over her and Riverton’s heads.
“I think I’m going to leave you two kids alone and find my bed. I’m not as young as I used to be,” Riverton says, standing up. He reaches out his hand to me, but I’m feeling my stomach drop to the bottom. The last thing I want to be is alone with Cammie. I shake his hand, clearing my throat.
“I was hoping we could discuss the upcoming tour, sir.”
“I’m much too tired for business tonight, son. We’ll talk about it this weekend and then we’ll take the boat out.”
“Sounds good,” I tell him, inside calling him an asshole. It’s not that I’m wanting to leave Kentucky. With CC here, I’m finding the last thing I want to do right now is leave. It’s just I don’t like being dicked around, and I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what Riverton is doing. I’m not sure why he would want someone like me for his daughter. Fuck, if I was a father, I’d be the last type of man I’d be searching out for her.
“You want to retire out into the garden?” Cammie asks.
I have to restrain myself from groaning. Retire?
“Actually, I should be going. I have a conference call early in the morning.”
“Oh, no! Gray, don’t leave.”
“Again, I’m sorry, but I…”
“Well, I demand you spend a few minutes out in the garden with me. Why, we barely got any time alone with daddy here monopolizing all your time.”
“Well, there are things we need to discuss. He is the reason I’m here, after all.”
“Just think. If not for that, we would have never met. It’s funny sometimes, how fate works,” she says, taking my hand and pulling me out the French doors. Hell, she’s talking about fate. Everything in me is screaming to run away fast and hard.
She leads me to a bench outside surrounded by perfectly sculpted hedges, rose bushes, and other flowers of which I have no idea what they are. It’s pretty, I suppose. Her hand is wrapped so fucking tight around mine, I’m pretty sure that the blood supply is cut off.
“I can’t tell you how much fun I had tonight, Grayson. I just love being around you. You know how you meet someone and something just clicks and you instantly feel comfortable around that person?”
I listen to her words and an image of CC comes to mind instantly. I smile before I can stop myself. “I know exactly what you’re talking about,” I tell her without thinking.
“I knew it!” she squeals, and then before I can think over what we’ve talked about, her lips are on mine and her tongue is plunging into my mouth. Her taste is wrong. The feel of her in my arms is wrong. I don’t push her away, but I do nothing to deepen the kiss. She pulls away with a satisfied look on her face and I have a bad feeling that this is going to mean trouble.
Shit.
“Have I told you that you sure clean up good, Cooper?” Gray tells me when I open the door.
He’s standing there dressed in jeans and a t-shirt holding a bottle of wine and some flowers, and he’s wearing a grin. It’s been four days since our conversation at the garage. He hasn’t missed calling or texting, and I’m starting to look forward to hearing from him. All of that spells trouble, but I’m ignoring the signs. I’m charging ahead because for the first time in my life, I see something in front of me that I want to keep. I know I can’t. That’s just the way life is, and there’s no way someone like Grayson Lucas, golf star extraordinaire, will want me for anything long term. Still, for as long as this lasts, I’m going to take what’s there and worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.
“Cooper? What happened to sweet lips?” I ask him, opening the door wider so he can come inside. He shrugs away my question as I close the door behind him. I turn around to walk back towards the kitchen when he wraps his
“Amazing,” I tell her, hoping the sarcastic intent is somehow hidden enough it goes over her and Riverton’s heads.
“I think I’m going to leave you two kids alone and find my bed. I’m not as young as I used to be,” Riverton says, standing up. He reaches out his hand to me, but I’m feeling my stomach drop to the bottom. The last thing I want to be is alone with Cammie. I shake his hand, clearing my throat.
“I was hoping we could discuss the upcoming tour, sir.”
“I’m much too tired for business tonight, son. We’ll talk about it this weekend and then we’ll take the boat out.”
“Sounds good,” I tell him, inside calling him an asshole. It’s not that I’m wanting to leave Kentucky. With CC here, I’m finding the last thing I want to do right now is leave. It’s just I don’t like being dicked around, and I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what Riverton is doing. I’m not sure why he would want someone like me for his daughter. Fuck, if I was a father, I’d be the last type of man I’d be searching out for her.
“You want to retire out into the garden?” Cammie asks.
I have to restrain myself from groaning. Retire?
“Actually, I should be going. I have a conference call early in the morning.”
“Oh, no! Gray, don’t leave.”
“Again, I’m sorry, but I…”
“Well, I demand you spend a few minutes out in the garden with me. Why, we barely got any time alone with daddy here monopolizing all your time.”
“Well, there are things we need to discuss. He is the reason I’m here, after all.”
“Just think. If not for that, we would have never met. It’s funny sometimes, how fate works,” she says, taking my hand and pulling me out the French doors. Hell, she’s talking about fate. Everything in me is screaming to run away fast and hard.
She leads me to a bench outside surrounded by perfectly sculpted hedges, rose bushes, and other flowers of which I have no idea what they are. It’s pretty, I suppose. Her hand is wrapped so fucking tight around mine, I’m pretty sure that the blood supply is cut off.
“I can’t tell you how much fun I had tonight, Grayson. I just love being around you. You know how you meet someone and something just clicks and you instantly feel comfortable around that person?”
I listen to her words and an image of CC comes to mind instantly. I smile before I can stop myself. “I know exactly what you’re talking about,” I tell her without thinking.
“I knew it!” she squeals, and then before I can think over what we’ve talked about, her lips are on mine and her tongue is plunging into my mouth. Her taste is wrong. The feel of her in my arms is wrong. I don’t push her away, but I do nothing to deepen the kiss. She pulls away with a satisfied look on her face and I have a bad feeling that this is going to mean trouble.
Shit.
“Have I told you that you sure clean up good, Cooper?” Gray tells me when I open the door.
He’s standing there dressed in jeans and a t-shirt holding a bottle of wine and some flowers, and he’s wearing a grin. It’s been four days since our conversation at the garage. He hasn’t missed calling or texting, and I’m starting to look forward to hearing from him. All of that spells trouble, but I’m ignoring the signs. I’m charging ahead because for the first time in my life, I see something in front of me that I want to keep. I know I can’t. That’s just the way life is, and there’s no way someone like Grayson Lucas, golf star extraordinaire, will want me for anything long term. Still, for as long as this lasts, I’m going to take what’s there and worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.
“Cooper? What happened to sweet lips?” I ask him, opening the door wider so he can come inside. He shrugs away my question as I close the door behind him. I turn around to walk back towards the kitchen when he wraps his
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