Chapters (50)
- Dedication
- About This Book
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINTEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
“Oh, yeah. Huge fan. That’s why she was so keen on Merry in the first place.”
Noah nodded and filed the information away.
“Whoa. What happened here?” Henry asked, eyeing the broken leg of the dining table.
Noah turned his back on Henry so he wouldn’t see the guilt on his face.
He opened the refrigerator and found it bare except for the wilted lettuce he’d noticed last night. “Not very well-stocked.”
“She tries to eat well on the road, so it’s usually to-go salads or craft service stuff,” Henry explained.
They wandered down the skinny hallway to the bedroom. Noah hadn’t noticed the dirty clothes in piles around the bed last night or this morning. He’d been too busy being balls deep in heaven.
Henry wrinkled his nose and picked up a tank top that was draped over a cabinet door and tossed it into a pile of like clothes.
Cat must have left in a hurry this morning, Noah noted. The bed looked as if a sex tornado had whirled through. And there were two distinct head dents in the pillow.
Henry cleared his throat. “Looks like someone had some fun last night.”
“Yeah, uh, thanks for giving me some ideas,” Noah announced, suddenly in a hurry to get away from the all-knowing Henry. He wasn’t by any means ready to have a conversation about what had happened last night. At least not without talking to Cat about how seriously he was taking it.
He’d trusted her enough with his story, one that was widely known around town, but never discussed. Sara had no idea who her grandfather was or what kind of childhood Noah had. She’d listened and been angry for him. And it felt like there was something more there than just sexual attraction. Whatever it was, he wanted more.
She dazzled him. She made him feel. Made him want to walk away from steady, from secure, and play on the wild side.
This was his shot at some temporary but memorable-for-the-rest-of-his-life fun. He was throwing his hat into the ring to claim the rest of her time here in Merry. He just hoped Cat wouldn’t kick his ass for it.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Cat’s attention was wrestled back to present by Paige’s whistle. “Welcome back,” Paige said. “Where’d you go?”
“Huh?” Cat mumbled, searching the recesses of her mind for a plausible lie. It was the third time in this shoot that she’d spaced out.
“You okay?” Drake asked. He’d been feeding her the same line for ten minutes now inside Reggie’s nearly completed diner, and Cat just couldn’t get the response right. It was like their roles were reversed.