people. And to be honest, I know they want you back. I thought I’d go around to the B&Bs and the hotel, hand out my cards, hopefully drum up a little business from the tourists.”
“Well if we can’t shoot them, why the hell not?” She let out a big throaty laugh and hugged me. “Good to have you back, kid.”
Since I wasn’t on Adam’s team anymore, I put on a plain Gap-T and settled into bed. I knew it was late, but that he would understand. I hit the Call button.
“I hope I don’t have to march myself up to Montana and kick your lily white ass.”
“Hey, Antwan, you’re up. No ass kicking. Adam and I are over. What are you doing?”
“Buster and I couldn’t sleep. We’re watching Will and Grace, season three. He really liked seasons one and two, but I’m not sure he’s digging this.” I could hear the canned laughter in the background, Buster groaning little. I could just picture my boys propped up in the bed, Antwan scratching Buster under his chin, like I always did. “You okay, baby girl?”
“Honestly, I don’t know what I am. This trip wasn’t what I expected.” In so many ways.
“Are you on your way home?”
Home. Adam definitely wasn’t home. Even thinking about Columbia didn’t feel like home. “No. I’m staying at Nell’s for a couple of days. I’ll work a little, make some money and then see what happens. How about you?”
“ Lucky you. I just adore that whole retro thing she’s done with her place. I’m thinking of doing the same when I open my next shop. But in the meantime, I’ve rented a booth at Epic. It was good to get back to work.” He paused. “Rainey? I’ve got to ask, what are you waiting on to happen?”
“I don’t know.” He used the ancient southern torture trick to get the truth out of me—complete silence. “There’s this guy—.”
“ I knew it . Is he hot? Is he hotter than Adam? Oh, my God, if he is does he have a brother?”
“Yes he’s hot and no, he doesn’t have a brother.” The scary part about wanting Beck was that, at one time I thought I really wanted Adam, and I never thought of myself as one of those girls who never really knows what she wants. What if I’m wrong about Beck? “I’m kind of afraid to run from Adam to Beck. I just want to know for sure it’s real, you know? That it’s not just about having a man around.”
“Are you sure, because he sounds really hot. Beck. I even love his name. Are you sure he doesn’t have a brother?”
“According to him. Hey, I just wanted you to know that I need to sort some things out before I come home.”
“If he made your horny self forget about sex with Adam’s god-bod, you must like him. A lot.”
“I think I love him, Antwan.” The first time I’d admitted it out loud. It felt scary, but good.
“And his hair?”
“Gorgeous. Long. Dark.” Perfect.
“Does he have the whole Calvin Kline cowboy thing going on?”
“Yeah,” I laughed. “But maybe it was just the hat.”
“I miss you, Rainey. Buster misses you, but he’s fine and he’ll be much better off with a happy mommy. Take as much time as you want to figure this thing out. You’ll know if it’s right.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Beck was a mess. He should have gone back to work after Rainey left, but he didn’t. He stayed home and drank too much, hoping he’d be able to sleep. But every time he closed his eyes, he saw the taillights of Rainey’s car, disappearing around the bend for good. If he’d seen them blink, if her car had slowed to a stop, he would have run to her. Hell, even three days later and hung over, he’d still run full tilt to Missoula if he thought he had a chance with her. But he didn’t.
It was after eleven when he grabbed some coffee and headed next door to the restaurant. It didn’t take long for him to slip back into the comfortable chaotic rhythm. The moment he pushed through his office door, Diego, his manager, hit him with a list of fires to put out, including
“Well if we can’t shoot them, why the hell not?” She let out a big throaty laugh and hugged me. “Good to have you back, kid.”
Since I wasn’t on Adam’s team anymore, I put on a plain Gap-T and settled into bed. I knew it was late, but that he would understand. I hit the Call button.
“I hope I don’t have to march myself up to Montana and kick your lily white ass.”
“Hey, Antwan, you’re up. No ass kicking. Adam and I are over. What are you doing?”
“Buster and I couldn’t sleep. We’re watching Will and Grace, season three. He really liked seasons one and two, but I’m not sure he’s digging this.” I could hear the canned laughter in the background, Buster groaning little. I could just picture my boys propped up in the bed, Antwan scratching Buster under his chin, like I always did. “You okay, baby girl?”
“Honestly, I don’t know what I am. This trip wasn’t what I expected.” In so many ways.
“Are you on your way home?”
Home. Adam definitely wasn’t home. Even thinking about Columbia didn’t feel like home. “No. I’m staying at Nell’s for a couple of days. I’ll work a little, make some money and then see what happens. How about you?”
“ Lucky you. I just adore that whole retro thing she’s done with her place. I’m thinking of doing the same when I open my next shop. But in the meantime, I’ve rented a booth at Epic. It was good to get back to work.” He paused. “Rainey? I’ve got to ask, what are you waiting on to happen?”
“I don’t know.” He used the ancient southern torture trick to get the truth out of me—complete silence. “There’s this guy—.”
“ I knew it . Is he hot? Is he hotter than Adam? Oh, my God, if he is does he have a brother?”
“Yes he’s hot and no, he doesn’t have a brother.” The scary part about wanting Beck was that, at one time I thought I really wanted Adam, and I never thought of myself as one of those girls who never really knows what she wants. What if I’m wrong about Beck? “I’m kind of afraid to run from Adam to Beck. I just want to know for sure it’s real, you know? That it’s not just about having a man around.”
“Are you sure, because he sounds really hot. Beck. I even love his name. Are you sure he doesn’t have a brother?”
“According to him. Hey, I just wanted you to know that I need to sort some things out before I come home.”
“If he made your horny self forget about sex with Adam’s god-bod, you must like him. A lot.”
“I think I love him, Antwan.” The first time I’d admitted it out loud. It felt scary, but good.
“And his hair?”
“Gorgeous. Long. Dark.” Perfect.
“Does he have the whole Calvin Kline cowboy thing going on?”
“Yeah,” I laughed. “But maybe it was just the hat.”
“I miss you, Rainey. Buster misses you, but he’s fine and he’ll be much better off with a happy mommy. Take as much time as you want to figure this thing out. You’ll know if it’s right.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Beck was a mess. He should have gone back to work after Rainey left, but he didn’t. He stayed home and drank too much, hoping he’d be able to sleep. But every time he closed his eyes, he saw the taillights of Rainey’s car, disappearing around the bend for good. If he’d seen them blink, if her car had slowed to a stop, he would have run to her. Hell, even three days later and hung over, he’d still run full tilt to Missoula if he thought he had a chance with her. But he didn’t.
It was after eleven when he grabbed some coffee and headed next door to the restaurant. It didn’t take long for him to slip back into the comfortable chaotic rhythm. The moment he pushed through his office door, Diego, his manager, hit him with a list of fires to put out, including
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