Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Garrett stood up, grabbing his bag, and Olivia turned her phone so he couldn’t catch a glimpse of what she was texting.
The last thing she needed was that man getting some hope. If he had hope, she was in serious trouble because he was so damn charming when he wanted to be. And he was an asshole when he thought she wasn’t around.
Damn it. She kind of understood why he was irritable. She was, too. She wondered if things would have turned out different if she had stayed in bed and they found out their predicament at the hotel. They could have discussed it without all the tension.
And if she had tension, they would fuck it right out of her.
She couldn’t get it out of her head. Them. How she felt when she was between them. How good it was to have two sets of hands on her body. Two mouths to kiss and four arms to hold her.
Her phone pinged and she looked down at the screen.
Yes. Oh, Liv, they’re perfect for you. Smart and hard working but not pretentious. Well, Garrett can be sometimes, but they teach that at law school. And Keane is the sweetest guy. Honestly, they remind me a lot of Aidan and Lucas.
Did you mention me to them?
I wouldn’t do that. I was going to talk to you about them at brunch, but I lost track of time. It’s so quiet in the hotel room. No chaos. It was beautiful. I think I want to stay here forever.
Her sister lived on a bustling ranch. Three of her four kids still lived there as adults, working the ranch, and they could be a lot to handle. She didn’t get much sleep. Or rest. Or quiet.
You could have said something to me so I would have known who to avoid.
There was a pause and then bubbles.
Avoid? There was a rumor that you might have had some fun on the night of the wedding. Was it them?
There was a flurry of emojis, and Olivia realized she’d made a terrible mistake.
I love you. Stay out of my love life.
Even as the bubbles showed Lexi was writing her back, she slid her phone into her Prada bag and stood as they came to a stop.
Keane let out a deep breath of relief. He ceased gripping the arm of the seat and seemed to calm.
She would give it to the man. He didn’t complain once. He apologized for his midair problems and just seemed to survive the flight.
It made her want to take care of him. She’d quietly told the flight attendant to make sure he had some ginger ale and crackers. Keane had been extremely sweet in his gratitude.
“I’ll make sure you have a car when you need to get back to Deer Run,” she promised and then looked the two of them over. “I want to talk before we get off the plane.”
Garrett gave her a smile. “Of course. Although it might be more fun to get some lunch somewhere and talk over margaritas. Lucas told me there’s a great Mexican place in town.”
“I don’t think it’s a fun talk,” Keane said, his eyes grim.
It was almost enough to make her say yes, let’s go to the Mexican place on the square and with enough tequila she could forget all her good intentions and fall into bed with them. They could start the hands-off stuff tomorrow because surely all she needed was one more night with them. Then she would be satisfied and ready to move into her life where she worked and was everyone’s fun aunt.
She forced herself to do what she intended. Distance. That was all she needed. Some carefully placed distance.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to share my house. It was the original plan because I do have room for you, but I think it would be awkward,” she explained. “I know I mentioned it earlier, but I want to make sure we’re all clear on that.”
Keane nodded. “We can handle the bunkhouse, or Garrett might get a place in town. I assume you have an office off the ranch.”
“I’m staying with you,” Garrett said quietly, and he was not talking to her.
“It’s okay,” Keane assured him. “It might be easier for you to stay in town and work. It might be easier for me.”
Garrett’s eyes went sad. “Is that what you want?”
They seemed to have some conversation without words. They communicated through looks and raised brows, the language of a friendship that went back decades. Finally, Garrett turned to her and gave her a tight smile.
“I’ll get a room in town.” Garrett fumbled with his phone. “I don’t suppose you have ride shares out here.”
“We have one, but I believe she’s at church right now. Pretty much everyone is.” She did not like the guilt she was suddenly feeling. They looked like puppies she kicked. Gorgeous, muscular, manly puppies who knew how to top a girl.