“Thanks for letting me,” I murmur.
Making good on my promise of driving, once we exit the airport and approach our rental car, I stow away our luggage and slip into the driver’s seat.
As I turn the key and the engine roars to life, my mind is still stuck on what she was holding back from telling me before. Lucky for me, it’s as if she can read my mind and she breaks the silence, telling me what I want to know.
“I wonder if weed has the same effect on you that it does for me.”
“Meaning?”
“Does it make you horny?”
The air in my throat becomes tight, thinking of how it had me feeling paired with her accidental FaceTime call. “Maybe.”
“Good to know,” she hums, flirtatiously eyeing me.
“Where we off to?” I ask as she enters in an address in the GPS.
“Hemp Grove Ranch.”
“What is that, a dispensary?”
“There’s one on the property, yeah. It’s my brothers’ cannabis ranch and resort. Any form that you can think of weed coming in, is there.Lotsof opportunities to relax.” There’s no missing the bedroom eyes she’s shooting my way.
Yep, relaxed and horny. Just how I want to be with my fake wife, who I can’t get out of my head, with her brothers all around us.
Whoever says karma isn’t real needs a reality check.
It’s real all right.
And now it’sreallygoing to be testing my self-control.
I didn’t realize that a luxury cannabis resort was a thing. Though as I drive through the grand stone-crafted entrance and beneath the wrought iron sign that readsWelcome to Hemp Grove Ranch,I’m proven wrong. From what I can see so far, there’s acres of pristinely maintained land. Some parts are open, others are fenced off, likely their cultivation site, and there’s even a barn off in the distance.
I take my time driving. Partially wanting to take in the sights, and because I can already see at the end of the driveway what awaits me. Standing outside of barn-style doors are two men dressed in all black, with cowboy hats to match, that make my six-foot-three stature appear short in comparison.
“They look…” The intensity of their collective stare is borderline distracting through the passenger window while I talk to Sarina.
Sarina interrupts me. “Stoned, more than likely. I promise you’ll get along with them just fine.”
“Right.” I swallow.
Sarina reaches for the door to let herself out, but I stop her. “Wait,” I shout, clearing my throat to adjust my tone. Wide blue eyes look at me, feeling like they are peering through me. “How much do your brothers know about our arrangement?”
“They know you’re my date to Harper and Chloe’s wedding.”
“Okay, so you didn’t tell them about what happened at the club?”
“Yeah, Tomás. I called and gave them a full blow-by-blow. No pun intended.”
“Very funny. Okay, so they just think we’re dating?”
“Yes. Well, no. They know you’re my date and that I work with you.”
“All right, that’s fine, I just want to make sure we’re on the same page.”
“Well, let’s not keep the weed cowboys waiting,” she jokes, as I open the car door for her, offering her my hand.
“I’m going to miss getting such VIP treatment when we’re…” A pause, and the silence that follows places the equivalent of two boulders on my shoulders.
