Page 54 of I Want Crazy (Loco, Texas 3)

Pushing down on the gas, she drove to Red’s trailer.

Just as she was climbing out of the car, he opened the trailer door.

“Are you okay?”

Swallowing hard, she asked, “Can I stay here tonight?”

“Of course,” Red said, coming down the steps. “Did he do something else?”

“Besides decide to stay at the hotel, no,” Jessie said, walking into Red’s arms and cuddling into his solid warmth.

He wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling her hair and bending to kiss her neck. “Come on in.”

He stepped back and let her climb inside. When he followed her, he shut and locked the door behind them.

She felt awkward and unsure, something she’d never felt with Red before. “Do you mind if I borrow a T-shirt or something and just go to bed?”

“No, not at all. I’ve got a little more work to do, but I’ll be in soon. Just take whatever you want from any of my drawers.”

“What are you working on?” she asked, noticing the open laptop. “I thought you were a mechanic.”

He laughed. “No, I work on cars, but I actually write books.”

She paused in the doorway of his bedroom. “What kind of books?”

“Umm, well romance novels.”

She actually stumbled against the wall, she couldn’t have been more surprised. “Shut up, seriously?”

“Yeah,” he said, reaching into the cupboard over the stove. He pulled a paperback out and handed it to her. “Here.”

“Kiss Me Again. Cute cover,” she said, studying the laughing couple hugging in a field.

“Thanks,” he said, dryly.

“Are you going to be long?” she asked nervously.

He shook his head. “Just want to finish this last part, and I’ll be in.”

Jessie took the book and went back into the bedroom. After changing into one of Red’s T-shirts, she crawled into bed and flipped open the book to the first page.

There was no way she would ever forget that first kiss.

Oh, brother.

* * *

Red shut down his computer and saw the light in the bedroom was still on. Opening the door, he peeked in and found Jessie on her stomach, reading his book.

“I thought you were going to bed?” He couldn’t stop smiling. Damn, she looked good in his shirt.

She rolled over and waved the book at him. “You really wrote this?”

“It says my name on it, doesn’t it?”

“I just… I can’t believe you wrote this! I have never heard of a man who writes romance novels, except Nicholas Sparks, but everyone dies in those,” Jessie said.

Red pulled his shirt over his head. “He doesn’t write romance. Romances have a guaranteed happy ending.”

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