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I straighten my shorts, rub my hands over my hair to fix it, and curl my arms around my stomach. No doubt I would smack him in the face if we weren’t in a publicplace.
“You’re right. It won’t happen again,” Iwhisper.
The operator winks at us when the car stops, and we getout.
“It happens all the time, man,” he says, smirking. “Figured you wouldn’t want to keep up your show in front ofeveryone.”
Oh, hell. He sawus.
I stumble forward, my legs feeling weak, and Dallas rests his hand on the small of my back to stabilize me. We’re back to silence, like he didn’t have his hand in my shorts only minutes ago, like he wasn’t about to get me off in a Ferris wheel car. He guides us straight to Stella, who’s waiting on Hudson and Maven to finish up aride.
Our conversationends.
Our connectionends.
My hope for him ever touching me againends.
I can’t get attached. I can’t let Dallas Barnes inagain.
In my head. In my vagina. In myheart.
Chapter Fourteen
Dallas
My hopesof taking Willow to the fair, so she’d change her mind about staying here blew up in myface.
All because me and mydick.
All because my lack of beinglaid.
And the fact that she looked so delicious, so damn sexy, sitting there, that I couldn’t stop myself. I nearly lost it when I felt how wet she was for me. I wanted to prove to her that I wasn’t an asshole whose mind was on my dead wife when I slept with her. I fucked up. I’ll be the one to blame when she packs up andleaves.
We’d started to break ground, begun building something, and then my dumbass took a wrecking ball to it. My night with her had been incredible. Touching her had been incredible. What I had done that morning was fucked up and is one of my biggestregrets.
I called herLucy.
Humiliation and stupidity crack mycore.
I don’t blame her for hating my ass and keeping herdistance.
Had the roles been reversed, had a woman called me another man’s name in bed, I would’ve stepped away … and most likely kicked her out of mybed.
I want to change. To be the man who can rise through the flames stronger than ever, but Ican’t.
That’s why what happened tonight scares the shit out ofme.
My goal at the bar had been to drink away the pain, the memories. I hadn’t been searching for someone to talk to. Nowhere in my mind was the idea of having a one-night stand. It all took a turn when Willow spoke to me. My attention was all hers as soon as we had our first drink together. I wasn’t going to leave that bar unless it was withher.
Tonight has proven it wasn’t only a drunken attraction that brought us to mybed.
That fucking terrifiesme.
Maven is passed out in the backseat, exhausted from going on every ride multiple times, and Willow hasn’t said one word since we got in mytruck.
Man, I wish my daughter would wake up and start rambling about random shit like she usually does. I gear my truck into park when we arrive at Willow’s apartment and unclip my seat belt to open the door for her, but she’s faster than Iam.
“Well, uh … good night,” is all she says before opening the door and jumping out of the truck like it’s on fire. “You don’t need to walk me up.” She slams the door, races up the steps, and goesinside.
