Page 11 of One Night Bride
Amelia leaned toward me, eyes snapping with energy. “So what happened after the bathroom incident?”
I searched my memory, trying to piece together snippets that I actually remembered, though most of them seemed like a dream, flimsy and not quite in full color. I’d been wracking my brain to patch up the holes in my memory ever since I snuck out of his room at some point early the next morning.
“He told off Ashley for interrupting us in the bathroom and we left the hotel laughing our asses off at the look on her face. We drank our way through Tahoe. I can’t even remember where all we went, but I remember it being so much fun. He was hilarious, and gentlemanly, and ridiculously hot. At some point we ended up back at the hotel in his room and I’m pretty sure there were two more orgasms, but everything was pretty hazy by then.”
Amelia sighed and sat back against the cushions of the couch. “Sounds magical.”
I almost caught myself sighing too. “It was.”
Amelia’s arms and legs flailed in the air, and before I could figure out what she was doing, she got herself sitting upright again.
“So, are you going to see him again?” she asked.
I shook my head, heart taking a nosedive. “No. I didn’t get his full name or even his phone number. Hell, I don’t even know where he lives, but for some reason I have it in the back of my head that he lives in Wyoming. But then again, maybe I just think that because he wore Levi’s and cowboy boots.”
Amelia frowned at me. “You do know people wear that in states other than Wyoming, right?”
I smacked her on the arm, careful to be gentle. She was pregnant with my niece, after all. “I know! But I was drinking and have no idea if this information is based on truth or some drunken idea I got in my head.”
Amelia shook her head. “I miss those days…”
“Also,” I continued, wanting to get this off my chest where it had kept a damper on all my excitement over my night with Remy. “I saw him the next day at the hotel when we were all coming back from the ridiculous scavenger hunt Ashley put together. He was in the lobby, his hand on the back of a blonde woman, heading into the restaurant.” I shrugged, ignoring the ache in my chest that had no right to be there. “Guess he found a different girl for his second night in Tahoe.”
Amelia’s face went soft around the edges, making me regret saying anything. The last thing I wanted was pity from the sister who had it all: the husband, the business, and a baby on the way.
“Well, listen. You wanted one night to be wild and reckless on vacation, and you got that. Sounds to me like you’re doing just fine.” Amelia patted my arm. “Now help me off this couch. I need to go make sure my guests haven’t blown up the B and B.”
I got up to give Amelia a powerful tug off the couch. “Thanks for derailing my schedule.” I said it with a smile, so she knew I was teasing. Mostly.
She winked and headed to the front door, her pregnant waddle cracking me up. “That’s what sisters are for.”
I got back to my office in time to start my coaching calls, which kept me busy all day. The protein bar I’d eaten between calls was long gone when I signed off with my last client. I needed to grab something to eat, but I couldn’t help eyeing the camera, knowing I needed to finish that training video too.
The doorbell rang, pulling me from my deliberation on hunger versus job duty. Izzy still wasn’t home, so I’d have to get that. With my luck today, I’d ignore the person on my doorstep, start my video, and have them continue to ring the doorbell, ruining the recording anyway.
My heels clacked on the tile downstairs as I made my way to the door. The sound reminded me of how I’d scrambled to stay on my feet in that bathroom with Remy. Just like clockwork, my cheeks heated and I could have sworn I broke out into a mild sweat just remembering that man and what he could do with his appendages.
I swung open the door, ready to get rid of the sales person as quickly as possible.
A man stood there, his arm propped above his head, leaning on my doorframe. The blue jeans fit him snuggly, and the T-shirt straining across his chest made the breath whoosh out of my lungs. It was the bright blue eyes shining out of a gloriously tanned, handsome face that made the blood freeze in my veins.
“Remy?” I whispered.
“It’s Remington, actually,” he said, the low grumble of his voice kick-starting my heart and instantly turning me on. Was I dreaming?
He smirked while he handed a piece of paper to me. “And this is yours, sweetheart.”
Why would this man come all the way from Tahoe to give me a piece of paper? Unless…
A grin grew on my face and I ignored the paper entirely. Remington must not have scratched the itch with one night. Maybe, like me, he wanted to lean in, do a deep dive, circle the wagons. He wanted a do-over. With me.
Hell yes, cowboy. Hell. Yes.
6
Remington
Esme stood there, looking as beautiful as I remembered through the whiskey fog I’d been in that fateful night, if a bit more stiff and professional. Gone was the sundress with nipples poking through the thin fabric and hemline flirting with the round curve of her ass. In its place were high-waisted dress pants, kitten heels, and a blouse that covered everything but her neck.
