Page 82 of Tempting Promises
I rush over to her, lifting her up in the air as she smiles, and kiss her cheek. Then, when I put her down, I lift my hands.“You are the only one who has ever beat me.”
Olivia tilts her head to the side.“That is not true. Charlotte beat you at the auction.”
Asher bursts out laughing and I groan while keeping my smile.
“Surprise!” What feels like the entire town yells as I walk into Peakness.
Fuckers. They got me.
I got a call fifteen minutes ago from Brynn that she needed me to come to the bar, there was something wrong.
I ran back to my truck from the back pasture, faster than I’d ever run before, and flew here. My sister never needed saving, she needs to get her ass kicked.
I stand here, eyes wide as the bar is decorated with streamers, balloons, and other decorations everywhere. “Wow, umm,” I say as Brynn approaches with her head tilted.
“Don’t be mad.”
“I’m not.”
“You are, but please know this was Olivia’s idea.” Brynn pulls me in for a hug and kisses my cheek. “She loves you and you will not make her cry.”
Of course I won’t. The guilty girl comes running up to me, and I squat down to pull her in for a hug.“You did this?”
She nods.“Happy birthday, Uncle Rowan.”
“Thank you. I love you very much.”
“I know.”
I laugh and kiss her forehead. She runs back to her dad and I clap my hands. “Someone get me a beer.”
The crowd yells and sure enough, I have a beer in my hand a moment later. Both of my brothers and their fiancées come over, Micah, and the old ladies of the town as well. I look around and see Charlotte over against the wall. She’s wearing a light blue sundress with white cowboy boots, one leg up on the wall and a beer in her hand as she talks to Faye. Our eyes meet and she smiles and winks before taking a long drink.
Tonight was not supposed to have us here.
It was supposed to have her naked, in my bed, tied to the headboard.
That was my fucking plan for tonight.
Not a damn surprise party.
However, it seems she will not be there waiting for me torestrain her so I can make her come sixteen times before I fuck her senseless.
Nope, we’re here, having to ignore each other.
I say hi to a few more people, some former ranch hands who are finding happiness at new ranches, one or two guys from the baseball team that ended up being a drinking league because we couldn’t find other teams to play.
“Happy birthday, asshole,” I hear her sexy voice interrupt my conversation.
I turn to see her there with a shit-eating grin. “I didn’t know they let demons out of hell to celebrate birthdays.”
She shakes her head with a laugh. “Only when it’s to commemorate another demon. We tend to stick to our own kind.”
“Good to know.”
“Feel free to celebrate my birthday, it’s on the sixth.”
I nod slowly. “The sixth? Interesting. That’s one of Satan’s favorite numbers.”
