Page 62 of Giddy-Up
“I love you,” he murmured.“Being with you feels like home.”
Mr Thompson wasn’t coming.There was no pop quiz.The sexy cowboy making her lips wet was in love with her.And there was a strong possibility she was having a heart attack.
One problem at a time, Riley.
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Hunter and Rachel’schurch ceremony was traditional, elegant, and understated.The reception, however, was the complete opposite.An explosion of pink covered the insides of the town hall.With neon signs fighting for space along the walls and fuchsia tulips decorating pink linen tablecloths.
“Jesus Christ,” Matt said as he took in the cotton candy dreamscape.“You think they got a bulk discount if they ordered everything in the shop that’s pink?”
“It’s like someone tipped over a truckload of Pepto-Bismol.”Benny was next to take in the room.
“I think it’s amazing,” Riley announced.“It’s like Barbie’s dream house.”
“Yeah, on steroids.”Benny’s eyes were still wide as they swept around the room.
Riley smiled at Hunter and Rachel.They hadn’t made an entrance to some cheesy song, instead, they’d arrived with their friends and were already on the dance floor swaying.
“It’s romantic,” she uttered.“Hunter would paint the whole of Woodvalley pink if it made his wife happy.”
“You’re right about that, petal.”Wade’s arms circled her waist.“What color shall I paint it for you?”A lingering kiss was planted in her hair.
“Excuse me while I throw up.”Matt groaned.“I need a drink.”He was halfway to the bar seconds later.Benny hot on his heels.
She twisted in his hold, her arms going around his neck as she looked into bright blue.“Hmmm, maybe a deep purple?”
Wade’s head dipped until his nose lightly nudged hers.“Done, baby.”
They stayed like that for a while, breathing each other in until his woodsy scent surrounded her, every inhale more intoxicating than the last.
It was only when her hip began vibrating that the spell was broken.She didn’t need to even check her phone to know it was her mother again.
“You should take it,” Wade muttered.
Urgh.
Pulling the phone out of her purse, she pouted as she answered.“Hi, Mom.”
“I’ve been trying to call you.”Her mother huffed.
“I’m at the wedding I told you about, remember?I’m a bridesmaid.”
The line went quiet.Riley tapped her foot impatiently while waiting, avoiding Wade’s gaze that she already knew was on her.
“Right.Well, your father and I need to speak with you, are you able to drive down tomorrow?”
She could.She didn’t want to.But she could.They’d taken the weekend off for the wedding which meant she wasn’t working.
“Let me just ask Wade—” she was about to turn and do just that until her mother’s voice stopped her in her tracks.
“No.Just you, Riley.Your father and I would like to talk to you privately.”
What the hell?
“Okay,” she easily agreed.If she didn’t, who knew how long she’d be on the phone for.“I’ve got to go Mom; I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She wasted no time telling Wade about her parent’s request as she slipped the phone back into her bag.
