Page 3 of He Saved My Boy
Fuck, man—get it together. You just met this woman.
But who am I to pass up an opportunity to spend more time with her? Besides, I’m here to unwind; if it involves her—I could eagerly get on board with that.
“Sounds good,” I say as I follow her into Tilly’s.
Once inside, she points down the hall toward my room. “I’m over here…”
Rolling my eyes, I grin as I shake my head at just what a bitch fate can be. “Apparently, I’m destined to look like a stalker with you—because so am I.” I point at my room just two doors down. Seriously, I have more game than this.
Teagan’s lips purse as she tries to hold back a grin as she walks down the hall. When she gets to her door, she says, “Well,stalker,if it gets to be too creepy, I’ll be sure to change rooms.”
“I’m sure that won’t be necessary,” I assure her.
She looks me in the eye, which causes my heart to stall unexpectedly.
What the hell is that about?
Taking in a deep breath, she slowly exhales. “I guess I’ll be the judge of that, won’t I? But for now…” Her stoic expression turns playful as she pulls her lower lip into her teeth. “I think we’re safe in public places…”
When her stomach grumbles again, she laughs as she opens her door. “See you in thirty.” Then she winks saucily at me as she scoots into her room and shuts the door.
She fucking winked.
I’m not sure how long I stare at her door before a noise at the end of the hall has me picking my jaw off the floor and hightailing it to my room. I have no idea what will happen at breakfast, but I know one thing for certain—Teagan will certainly keep me on my toes.
This me-cation may turn out to be exactly what I need.
The minutethe door is shut, I let out a small “Whoop” and rush to the bathroom to take the fastest shower possible. I freaking asked that hunk of a man out.
Me—Teagan Frost. The woman who wouldn’t even know what to do with said hunk if he walked up and gave her explicit directions. Actually asked a practical stranger to breakfast.
I guess my friend, Annie, was right. I still have some game left in me. My swagger may be as dusty as an ancient tomb, but it’s still there. It’s time I finally do something for me and take a chance on some fun. God knows after the hell I’ve gone through, I deserve it.
Besides—what’s the worst that can happen?
I’m in a public place. I can ask for a room change or hell—I can stay with the Harringtons if things get that bad. I know I’m always welcome, but I need this me-cation. I catch my reflection in the bathroom mirror and stop to look myself in the eye.
“Get it together, Teagan. You’ve got this.”
Besides, it’s just breakfast, and I only have thirty minutes.
Why the hell did I say thirty minutes?
Ripping back the shower curtain, I turn on the water and sigh heavily.
I barely wait until it’s warm before I strip off my clothes and take my usual rush of a shower. Flying through my shower routine, I force myself to focus on each task rather than the fact I’m meeting Davis. This works out great until I find myself standing in only my bra and underwear in front of a suitcase I’ve yet to unpack, stewing over what to wear.
Thankfully, I’m saved by the bell—so to say—or a phone in my case. When my best friend’s name flashes across the screen, I scramble to answer. “How did you know I need you?”
“Uh… I have special powers?” Confusion is obvious in her voice. “Everything okay, T?”
“Other than the fact I’m meeting a guy in less than twenty minutes, and I have no idea what to wear—I’m just peachy,” I grumble, digging frantically through my suitcase, then realize I’m being rude. “How are you?”
“Whoa… back up. I’m fine, but who are you meeting?”
“Davis. He’s a guy I met after my run this morning. I… uh asked him to breakfast here at the B&B.”
If I weren’t in a hurry, I’d probably laugh at her sudden intake of air. “Wow. That’s just wow… Okay… So, you said you need help?”
