Page 23 of Ride 'Em Hard
“No, there’s no food delivery out here, darlin’, but we do have Slow Moe’s Market up the road. It’s not much, but it’ll do in a pinch. It’s the closest thing we have to a supermarket in thirty miles.”
“Okay,” I say, tentatively wrapping my head around going out when all I want to do is fuck and kiss him again. Maybe Chase is over me already? I tug on the bathrobe. “Did Doc happen to bring my clothes over?”
“I gotcha covered.” He drops my hands, and I watch his gorgeous ass as he struts to the table. “My sister left these for you,” he says, gathering up some clothes. “Don’t know if they’ll fit, but they’re better than my robe. There’s a pair of flip-flops in there too.”
“Thanks,” I say, beaming, wondering if maybe he said something about me to his sister.
When Chase hands me the stack, I see my phone resting on top of a shirt, and my heart skips a beat.
Shit.Party’s over.
“My charger fit your phone,” Chase says casually, eyeing me and then the phone.
“Oh, that’s great.” I try to sound upbeat, but my heart is crashing in disappointment. Why did I make such a big deal over my fucking phone? No one’s checking in on me. I took a week off from work, and I only talk to my mom once a month. Hell, I’ve only been gone a few days.
“If you want to go ahead and make a call before we leave, we’ve got time.”
“No, that’s okay.” I grab the stupid cellphone and stash it next to a yellow pad and some mail on the counter, never wanting to see the damn thing again in my life. “We’ll just leave it in a safe place, now that it’s all charged up. And thank you for charging it, by the way. But you know what? Now that you mention it, I am really hungry. Give me a second to change.” I head out, back to his bedroom. “I’ll meet you here in five.”
“Nice try, honeypot,” Chase says, coming up behind me and slapping my ass. “If you’re changing, I’m watching. Maybe I’ll fuck you first.”
Chapter Eleven
As it turns out, Jenny’sclothes fit me fine. The jeans are a little tight, but nothing to cry about. It was a kick poking through Slow Moe’s Market, shopping with Chase. We ended up splitting a roast beef sandwich in the store and filling two bags of groceries.
We’re on our way back to Chase’s place. Big & Rich are wailing “Save a horse, ride a cowboy,” in surround sound. Chase leers over at me, cocks a suggestive brow and turns up the volume. We both crack up, but my laugh fades as reality comes barreling in to squash my happy mood like bug splatter on the windshield.
It won’t do me any good to get caught up in Chase, and I absolutely shouldn’t get too comfortable being a passenger in his Land Rover, feeling cozy and snug with him. It’ll only make it hurt more when I go back to my regular boring life.
I sigh, settling back into the soft leather seat. No matter how many times we’ve fucked, it’s lunacy to feel so attached to him already, insanity. I don’t know why I have to keep reminding myself of that.
I stare straight ahead at the uneven one-lane road.
It’s dark out here, with a thick forest of black trees on both sides of the car casting shadows over our path. There hasn’t been a streetlight in miles, and the trees’ canopies must stretch overhead, because I’ve lost sight of the moon.
Chase turns down the music. “What’s your screenplay about?”
