Page 182 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
“Yes, ma’am.”
The door opens and I don’t look as he slides into the seat and starts the engine.
I keep my eyes fixed on the passing landscape, trying not to think about the fact that I’m naked beside him—Hart-fucking-Wilde
We drive in silence, and it feels like it takes forever before we finally pull into the campground. The place is dead quiet with no sign of anyone.
“You can stay here.” Hart doesn’t look at me. “I’ll go set up the booth.”
“That’ll only raise questions. I’ll be quick.”
“Wait here.” He’s out of the truck before I can reply.
I watch him bolt to the campfire and grab a couple of blankets. Pale beams skim over his ass cheeks, but it doesn’t stop him.
He wraps a blanket around himself and brings the other to me. I open the door a crack, and he slips it through. Our hands brush, and that touch sends heat straight through me.
“Thanks.”
“I’ll meet you back here.” He struts away, leaving me confused.
What the hell just happened between us?
I don’t give myself a chance to overthink any of the night. I rush into the RV, find some clothes, and meet Hart back at the truck. It’s awkward and weird. Without fighting, we’re quiet with nothing much to say.
When we get to the booth, the mayor barks so many orders that it doesn’t give us time to talk for the rest of the evening. Probably a good thing. And it’s a long evening cleaning the booth and setting it back up.
By the time we get back to the RV, I crash and struggle to drag myself out the next morning. Things aren’t any better between us.
“So, nice weather today,” I say when we bump into each other behind the tent.
I immediately regret it.
He glances up and shrugs. “Yeah. Sunny.”
“Big fan of the sun. Really bright.” I sound like an idiot.
“Classic sun. Always showing off.” He chuckles as he walks away.
I turn and catch Natalie staring at me, looking as horrified as I feel. The mayor and our mamas spend the day with us, supervising. The matchmakers pop in and out, trying to work their magic, only to have the mayor shoo them away.
It’s awkward.
It’s weird.
It’s painful and feels like the day will never end. When it does, I’m ready to go to the RV and have a night to myself.
That doesn’t happen.
“Look what I got you for tonight.” Josie hands me a bag. “Actually, don’t look. Just go put it on. Everyone gets one.”
I glance across the campsite at Hart. I try not to, but since when has that ever worked? Dean hands out the same bags to his brothers.
“What are we doing tonight?” I ask.
Please be something quick and easy. In and out.
The grin she gives me tells me otherwise. “It’ll be fun. I promise.”
