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But Ruby reached for him. She kissed away his confusion and, despite his conviction, felt himself respond. He was only human. Travis groaned and sank his hands into her hair, pulling her closer, hungry for more. Hungry for all of her. He poured his heart and soul into the kiss, and eventually, they broke apart, each breathing hard. He looked down at her, unsure and out of his element.
“We need to talk about this,” he managed to say.
Her hand slowly made its way down his chest. Past his abdomen and lower until it settled over the hard bulge in his shorts. Wickedly, seductively, she rubbed him, and he nearly lost it when she ground against him.
“I want to go on record and say this is a bad idea.” Jesus, he sounded like a twelve-year-old whose voice was changing.
“Travis?”
“What?” Shit. She licked her lips and smiled up at him.
“Shut the hell up.”
If Travis Blackwell was a stronger man, he would have walked away. It was the right thing to do. For a lot of reasons. But Travis wasn’t a strong man—not when it came to Ruby Montgomery. When she reached for him and opened her hot mouth against his, he was pretty much done. And when she whispered dirty things into his ear, his reluctance disappeared like water down the drain.
There was a nibbling of something. A whisper that said, this won’t end well for you. But like a fool, he ignored it.
He scooped her into his arms and headed for the bedroom.
Chapter 20
“You’re in a good mood.”
Ruby tucked her laptop into her bag. “Is it that obvious?” She glanced up at Jaylene as she reached for her keys. Her assistant chuckled.
“You’ve been singing Taylor Swift songs all day. And not the breakup ones.”
“So that’s how we’re measuring happiness these days, is it?”
“It’s all in the songs.” Jaylene smiled. “Seriously, though. I don’t know what flavor Kool-Aid you’re drinking, but can I have some?”
Ruby hoped the blush in her cheeks wouldn’t give her away. The simple truth was that the flavor of Kool-Aid she’d been enjoying for the last few weeks wasn’t one she was willing to share. She glanced at her watch.
“Are you leaving early?” Jaylene asked.
“I am. Everything that was in my calendar has been dealt with. If you’re caught up, you can take off as well.”
Jaylene’s smiled widened. “Thank you. What are you up to this weekend?”
Ruby grabbed her laptop and purse and headed for the door. “I’m thirsty.”
“For what?”
She winked at her assistant. “A tall, cold glass of Kool-Aid.”
Jaylene’s giggles followed her out of the office. Her steps were light as she waved goodbye to her staff and headed out into the sunshine. It was three o’clock, and Travis was at her place working on some landscaping—something she hadn’t gotten around to finessing after she’d moved in. He’d insisted, and who was she to say no to a half-naked man working up a sweat in her backyard?
The last three weeks had been a bit of a blur. There’d been lots of Kool-Aid. Kool-Aid in the morning on her back porch. Kool-Aid in the evening on the dock. Heck, she’d even had Kool-Aid on her desk the afternoon before when he’d snuck into her office. But they’d been careful. Ruby had made it clear she didn’t want folks in town knowing what they were up to. She could tell Travis hadn’t been thrilled with the idea of sneaking around, but he’d been good about keeping things on the down low. Sure, he grumbled about being a glorified cabana boy and nothing else, but he kept coming back.
She smiled. She was glad of it.
The fact that she’d thought of nothing else but knocking off early to surprise Travis should have set off all kinds of alarm bells, and the fact that it didn’t said something. What that something was, she didn’t dwell on. No way was Ruby going to think about things that would crash the wave she was riding.
She’d do it…eventually.
Twenty minutes later, she pulled into her driveway and frowned when she spied a Ranger Rover beside Travis’s truck. Ruby parked her car and sat there for a few moments. She was early, and Travis wasn’t expecting h
er for a few hours, but still, she didn’t think he’d take it upon himself to invite someone to her home.
