Rush - Blue Devils MC Book 2 (Book 1 Included FREE for a short time only!) by Ashley Rhodes Page B
Authors: Ashley Rhodes
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required all of her energy on a good day. It wasn’t easy to find cute clothes in the Tall section that fit her non-supermodel hips and ass, but toiletries… those sounded heavenly.
As she browsed for makeup and hair products, Rush casually wandered off, giving her plenty of space and time to find what she needed. He really was the perfect boyfriend.
Hannah’s hand stopped, hovering over mascara. Rush? Boyfriend? Since when was he her boyfriend??
She couldn’t let herself even contemplate such a thought for even a moment.
A bird may love a fish, but where will they live? One of her favorite lines from her favorite rom-com movie in high school, Ever After, flashed through her mind, unbidden.
She quickly stuffed the rest of her items into her basket and walked up to the front. Rush met her at the cash register as she paid and then they left.
Silence hovered over them, smothering them.
She didn’t know what to say. What to do.
What the hell had she gotten herself into? They got into Rush’s truck and drove home, without a word spoken. She was lost in her thoughts, in the never-ending doubts pounding at her.
Then she realized they were in the house and she looked around, surprised. There was Turbo, nudging her hand, whining, tail wagging, delighted to have her home, and Rush was walking back from the bedroom. She looked at him, bewildered. Was she starting to sleep walk? Was she that deep in her thoughts? She was so tired …
“Come on,” he said gently, holding out his hand for hers. She took his hand, warm, calloused from years of work, and he walked them over to the couch. He sat down on the couch and pulled her up against him.
“I think you need to just relax for a bit,” he said, quietly, gently, like he would talk to a spooked horse. Why was he talking to her like that? She felt weird. Disconnected. Cottony.
And then it was the opening scenes of Princess Bride splashing across the TV and she smiled. And as the movie progressed, she laughed, belly laughed, like she hadn’t done in what felt like years. And at the end, as they were riding off into the sunset and Fred Savage was begging his grandfather to come back the next day to read it again, she was asleep, curled against Rush.
Finally safe.
***
Rush pulled Blue tighter up against him, looking down at her, eyes closed, lashes laying in a perfect, dark fan on her lightly freckled cheeks. He hit the power button on the TV, shrouding the room in darkness. Turbo, on the other side of Blue, curled up on her side, lifted his gray speckled head, looking around the living room in disinterest at the sudden light change, and then settled back down, happy to go back to sleep.
Rush stared ahead blindly and thought back to the restaurant. When he’d attempted to take her hand and she’d not-so-subtly dodged it by grabbing a chip instead.
He couldn’t push her. She wasn’t ready, and really, could he blame her? Just yesterday, she was in the hospital, just coming out of a coma. Today had been a damn long day - days usually were when they started at three in the morning - but it was still just one day. She’d been gone for 13 years. They couldn’t just pick up where they’d left off, no matter how much he wanted that.
Carefully sliding out from underneath Blue’s weight, Rush twisted and scooped her up in his arms, sliding her out from beneath Turbo’s weight. Turbo whined at the disturbance to his sleep, but padded along behind Rush as he carried Blue to the bedroom.
Trying to juggle Blue and the covers, he finally got her into the bed, pulled off her shoes, and pulled the light blanket back over her. She slept through it all, exhausted. He should’ve insisted that she go to sleep as soon as they got home from the store, but he’d known she needed some time to just laugh and relax. As he pulled blankets out of the linen closet to make his bed on the floor next to her, he thought about how weird she’d gone on him. In the car, he’d tried
As she browsed for makeup and hair products, Rush casually wandered off, giving her plenty of space and time to find what she needed. He really was the perfect boyfriend.
Hannah’s hand stopped, hovering over mascara. Rush? Boyfriend? Since when was he her boyfriend??
She couldn’t let herself even contemplate such a thought for even a moment.
A bird may love a fish, but where will they live? One of her favorite lines from her favorite rom-com movie in high school, Ever After, flashed through her mind, unbidden.
She quickly stuffed the rest of her items into her basket and walked up to the front. Rush met her at the cash register as she paid and then they left.
Silence hovered over them, smothering them.
She didn’t know what to say. What to do.
What the hell had she gotten herself into? They got into Rush’s truck and drove home, without a word spoken. She was lost in her thoughts, in the never-ending doubts pounding at her.
Then she realized they were in the house and she looked around, surprised. There was Turbo, nudging her hand, whining, tail wagging, delighted to have her home, and Rush was walking back from the bedroom. She looked at him, bewildered. Was she starting to sleep walk? Was she that deep in her thoughts? She was so tired …
“Come on,” he said gently, holding out his hand for hers. She took his hand, warm, calloused from years of work, and he walked them over to the couch. He sat down on the couch and pulled her up against him.
“I think you need to just relax for a bit,” he said, quietly, gently, like he would talk to a spooked horse. Why was he talking to her like that? She felt weird. Disconnected. Cottony.
And then it was the opening scenes of Princess Bride splashing across the TV and she smiled. And as the movie progressed, she laughed, belly laughed, like she hadn’t done in what felt like years. And at the end, as they were riding off into the sunset and Fred Savage was begging his grandfather to come back the next day to read it again, she was asleep, curled against Rush.
Finally safe.
***
Rush pulled Blue tighter up against him, looking down at her, eyes closed, lashes laying in a perfect, dark fan on her lightly freckled cheeks. He hit the power button on the TV, shrouding the room in darkness. Turbo, on the other side of Blue, curled up on her side, lifted his gray speckled head, looking around the living room in disinterest at the sudden light change, and then settled back down, happy to go back to sleep.
Rush stared ahead blindly and thought back to the restaurant. When he’d attempted to take her hand and she’d not-so-subtly dodged it by grabbing a chip instead.
He couldn’t push her. She wasn’t ready, and really, could he blame her? Just yesterday, she was in the hospital, just coming out of a coma. Today had been a damn long day - days usually were when they started at three in the morning - but it was still just one day. She’d been gone for 13 years. They couldn’t just pick up where they’d left off, no matter how much he wanted that.
Carefully sliding out from underneath Blue’s weight, Rush twisted and scooped her up in his arms, sliding her out from beneath Turbo’s weight. Turbo whined at the disturbance to his sleep, but padded along behind Rush as he carried Blue to the bedroom.
Trying to juggle Blue and the covers, he finally got her into the bed, pulled off her shoes, and pulled the light blanket back over her. She slept through it all, exhausted. He should’ve insisted that she go to sleep as soon as they got home from the store, but he’d known she needed some time to just laugh and relax. As he pulled blankets out of the linen closet to make his bed on the floor next to her, he thought about how weird she’d gone on him. In the car, he’d tried
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