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The answer: I didn’t fucking know. I just needed her to be warm.
Chapter Ten
Valerie
Hissmokesurroundedmeagain, not diminishing as the rain pelted down around us.
“Mr. Langston, I—"
“Get in the God-damn truck,” he ordered, his deep voice on the edge of pissed as it carried across the distance between us.
“I have a tow truck coming,” I called back, lying through my fucking teeth. I waved him off, not wanting him to see me like this.
Not when I was freezing and miserable.
Not when I was down on my luck, when he could beat me down more with his harsh words while staring at me with his beautiful eyes.
The last thing I needed was for Denver Langston to see me like this.
Today was a bad day.
I couldn’t pretend to be strong on days like today, and I needed to appear strong to the man who’d been plaguing my mind since he pinned me against his barn.
“That’s not what I fuckin’ said,” the cowboy barked.
He was less than a foot away from me now, a sheet of rain falling between us. I could see those gray eyes under the rim of his black cowboy hat. I could see them on me—feelthem on me. He was everywhere again, his smoke crowding around me, seeping into my skin. I closed my eyes, wishing that he would go away.
I didn’t want him here, not when I felt like a failure.
I was failing Mr. Moonie. I was failing Hallow Ranch because I was trying to take it away from the man in front of me. I was failing my mom.
God—my mom.
When I opened my eyes again, he was still there, fuming., his smoke all around me, wrapping me in it…
Maybe his smoke would warm me up.
He pointed back to his Chevy. “Get in the truck!”
His smoke was in my lungs, and I couldn’t breathe. It was so damn cold, all I could focus on was him—his presence,his eyes—the way he looked at me, like he wanted me to be safe, to be warm.
Like he wanted me tobreathe.
Denver Langston’s smoke was thick, heavy, and mesmerizing as it swirled in his eyes. He was so close to me now, I had to tilt my head back to look at those eyes.
“Smoke,” I whispered.
He bit off a curse, then he was gone. Suddenly, I was flying, flying next to something warm and solid.
I liked warm and solid.
Then, I wasn’t flying anymore, and the rain had stopped. Now, warmth was all around me, but I still shivered. I was on something soft, my head resting against it. I felt heat run over my shoulder, down my torso and then a faint click. Then a slam.
He put me in the truck.
I was in the truck.
His truck.
