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I chuckle. “For sure. My old truck doesn’t have full coverage, so you can bet I won’t be pissing you off anytime soon.”
“Good to know.” She walks backward toward the living room and tugs my hand. “Come dance with me.”
A song about finding a good girl to love blasts through the speakers and it strikes me to the core. It mimics a lot of what I’m feeling right now. The music rocks through me and the overwhelming urge to express to Avery some of the emotion I’m feeling rolls through me. I stare into Avery’s eyes and put as much passion as I can into the lyrics as I sing them directly to her. I want her to know that this thing between us—whatever it is—means a lot to me.
My hands fit perfectly on her hips and we dance and dance until I can barely stay on my feet. When the next song begins to play, she leans into me and wraps her arms around my neck.
“I’m getting tired,” she admits.
“We can go anytime you’re ready—just say the word.”
She looks up at me and grins. “Word.”
This girl fits so perfectly into my world. I can see myself being happy with her for a very long time. She doesn’t even know it yet, but I think I’m already beginning to fall for her.
AVERY
The next morning, I giggle to myself when I see Blake hop out of the passenger seat of Tyler’s truck. I head straight for the guys from where I just finished cleaning the stalls as I dust my hands onto my blue jeans.
Tyler’s face lights up as I embrace him in a warm hug. “Hey, beautiful.”
I pull back and then give him a quick peck on the lips. “Hey.”
It’s funny how at ease I’ve become with Tyler so soon. I know it’s really only been a week since he gave me a ride home that night, but I feel like I can trust him.
I flick my gaze over to Blake, who appears to be hungover beneath the dark sunglasses he’s wearing. He pushes back his thick, dark hair as he surveys the area of the house where Tyler and Dad have begun working on the addition.
“I was wondering if you’d show,” I say with a smirk.
Blake turns his attention to me and then shrugs. “A bet’s a bet, and I never welch on a bet. You won, so here I am.”
Tyler chuckles, and the sounds reverberates in his chest. “Doesn’t mean he’s excited about being here though. He bitched the entire way over here about being tired already, so I’m not sure how much help he’s going to actually be.”
“Fuck you, dude. Even with a hangover from hell, I’ll still work circles around you,” Blake snaps. “Get your tool belt and let’s get this show on the road.”
“Okay there, hard charger.” Tyler’s smile only grows wider, and I can tell this good-natured ribbing probably goes on between them all the time. Tyler kisses my forehead. “Got to get busy. I’ll catch up with you later.”
With that Tyler takes off toward the site and then motions for Blake to follow him.
The rest of the day I keep busy helping Granny around the house. She’s been teaching me to cook. When I explained to her this morning that I’m worried about eating all the fried foods, she showed me how to make some pretty damn good dishes that are a lot lower in calorie content. As Granny puts it, no woman should live on salads alone.
Just as I’m about to set the food out on the kitchen table and call the guys in for lunch, my cell chirps, alerting me to a new message.
Tyler: I can’t stop thinking about you.
I bite my lower lip and grin as I quickly tap out a reply, letting him know that he’s a frequent face in my mind.
Avery: Every time I close my eyes, I see your face.
It sounds unbelievably corny and I can’t believe I’ve just sent that message to a guy that I’m really beginning to like, but I meant what I typed. Tyler is really beginning to grow on me. For the last week, he’s been my source of comfort. The person who’s been there to help me when times are a little rough—the night he found me in the parking lot, the frat party embarrassment, and even being here in Wellston. Tyler has really helped me transition the last few days and realize that things aren’t so bad here.
If I’m being honest, Tyler’s actually the one thing that’s made me really enjoy being here. He accepted me with no questions asked, and seems to really want to spend time with me.
It hurts my heart to know that the time we have together has an expiration date, but I understand why he needs to get out of this town. Wellston is no place to launch a music career. Tyler owes it to himself, his father, and more importantly, his music, to find out how far he can make it in the business.
“Let them boys know it’s time to eat.” Granny’s voice interrupts my thoughts.
I nod as I fire another text to Tyler alerting him to come get his lunch.
