Page 12 of Reckless

He pulls his eyes away first, taking in the interior of the RV. It’s top of the line. I might want to get away from it all, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want the comforts of home.

There is a kitchen area with a stove, sink and full-standing fridge freezer, and a two-seater dining table. The sofa facing the TV pulls out into a second bed. There is even a fireplace for when it gets cold, together with a full heating and air conditioner system. And a washer and dryer.

In the back is my bedroom and the second bathroom, which has a shower. It’s fully stocked for three months of travel. The only thing I need to buy is food and the occasional toiletry item. Sometimes new clothes. And I have to stop regularly for maintenance of the RV. I have everything I need in here.

I’ve been so used to being the sole occupier it’s strange having a man in here. A man who is taking up all the oxygen. I busy myself getting two bottles of water from the fridge while Jude goes to the front and looks through the windshield.

He takes the water as I settle into the driver’s seat. “You can either sit up front or any of the seats back there have seatbelts.”

“I’ll sit up front,” he says, dropping into the plush passenger chair. “This is impressive.” He squeezes the arm rest, then drops his bottle into the built in cup holder.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to say it’s not as nice as what he is used to, but that will bring the mood down and it’s not what he needs. He’s a normal guy. His rock god, sex symbol status, means nothing in here.

Yeah, right. Tell that to my thumping heart.

“It’ll take fifteen minutes to get there?” Jude asks.

“Roughly. He’ll get there faster. I have to take the bends slower than a car.”

“I can’t imagine driving this thing. It’s huge.”

“I’m used to it, it’s second nature now.”

“What are these?” he lifts his hand and points to the satin ballerina shoes set on a stand on the dash.

“My PA got them for me. My most famous character is a ballerina.”

“Do you do ballet?”

“Me,” I laugh. “God no. I’m strictly a Pilates and walking girl when it comes to exercise.”

As I flip on the indicator, I don’t miss the way his eyes move down my body. I’m still wearing my sleep shorts. Damn. In all the excitement, I didn’t take the time to change. At least I threw on a blouse over my tank top before I left the RV this morning.

“I like your boots,” he smirks.

“Thanks,” I side-eye him. Hiking boots with pj’s. It’s a look, that’s for sure.

Before I pull away, I flip on the Bluetooth radio. It automatically connects to my phone. 'Pictures of You' by The Cure plays. Louder than I’d expected. I wince and reach for the volume knob.

“Good song,” Jude comments. “Did I hear you listening to Yungblud last night?”

“Last night?” How did he hear that?

“You passed me on the road.” He laughs. “I was lying in the grass looking at the stars.”

“Oh,” I laugh back. “Jeez, you really do not know how dangerous that was? Do you know what is out in those woods?”

“I was trying not to think about it, to be honest. Too busy calling myself a fucking idiot.”

“You had your reasons.” I turn the steering wheel, and the RV pulls out onto the highway. “Your plan wasn’t well thought out. But you got lucky.”

Our eyes meet again. He says nothing, but his eyes drop to my mouth, then back up to my eyes. A slow grin stretches his lips as I blush and look away. Damn, it really is no wonder women all over the world want to jump this man’s bones.

I’m right where all of those women would love to be. The only difference being, I haven’t offered. Even if there has been ample opportunity, an attraction and a very handy bed. But I’m not in the habit of jumping into bed with strangers.

“Are RV rules the driver picks the music, or am I allowed to check out your playlist?”

“I don’t think that rule applies to just RVs. Don’t drivers always choose the music?”

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