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“Keep you,” he said right before she drifted off to sleep.
13
Haylee finished making coffee from the in-room coffeemaker. She offered a mug to Tyson with a smile. She had such a sweet smile that lit up his world. “Here you go.”
He gave her a soft kiss, then took the mug she offered him, his fingers brushing hers. “Thanks, hon.”
Tyson opened the French doors that led to the small balcony. He caught the wildflower scent of her shampoo as he held the door open, and she swept past him, her slippers pattering on the stonework.
She set the mug on the small ironwork table and settled onto her seat, adjusting her robe, a sexy candy apple-red like the lipstick she’d worn last night. The silky robe clung to her curves and the generous swells of her breasts.
Steam rose from his mug as he sat in the other chair, which creaked as he settled in it. He managed to tear his gaze away from her to take in the scenery.
An extraordinary mountain view spread out before them. Early morning fall mist crawled up the canyon, clinging low to the ground and hugging the mountaintop.
“It’s so beautiful here.” She blew on her coffee then sipped it. She lowered her mug, her hands wrapped around the toffee-brown stoneware. Her chest rose and fell as she inhaled deeply. “It smells wonderful.” Her voice had a musical quality that resonated with him.
He breathed in the scents of fall and pine trees. He turned to look at Haylee, her blonde hair tousled and tumbling over her shoulders. “You smell even better.”
She flashed him a smile. “So, the plan is Tombstone today?”
“Yep.” He sipped from his coffee. “Whenever we’re packed and ready to go, we’ll grab something for breakfast, then head to ‘the town too tough to die.’”
Silence fell between them as they took in the beauty. Birds twittered, and the sound of brush rustling told him something larger moved through the forest. A cottontail hopped out of the greenery and continued below the balcony, where they couldn’t see it any longer.
“I had a wonderful time yesterday.” She turned her gaze on him. “Last night was special.”
He gave a slow nod. “It was, hon. Very special.”
They enjoyed their coffee and the morning for a while longer. He drained his mug first. When she finished hers, she shivered. “I’m chilled. I’m not used to the cool weather yet.”
“It doesn’t help that you’re wearing silk instead of terry cloth.”
She laughed and gave him a wicked grin. “But terry cloth isn’t nearly as enticing.”
He grinned. “On you, anything is sexy.”
She got up from her chair, and he saw the goosebumps on her arms. “I’m hungry.”
He was hungry for her, but he kept that to himself.
They returned to the room, and Tyson showered. Haylee took a quick shower, dried her hair, and put on a bit of makeup that Tyson didn’t think she needed, but she looked as incredible as ever.
When they were ready, they headed back to the truck, him helping her into the passenger side before going to his own and starting the vehicle.
Tyson and Haylee grabbed a quick breakfast at a drive-thru, planning to have something more substantial in Tombstone for lunch.
A sense of excitement built inside Haylee on their way along the scenic backroad to the Wild West town. “I’ve grown up hearing about Tombstone, but even with it in the same state, I’ve never managed to make it here before.”
“I went years ago, back in high school,” Tyson said. “I wonder if it’s changed much.”
She glanced from the grassy rolling lands filled with mesquite trees and cholla cacti and looked at Tyson as he drove. “I’ve grown up with cowboys, but I’ve always had a fascination with those who lived back in the 1800s.”
He gave a nod, still focused on the road ahead. “Old Westerns were the best when it came to movie watching when I was growing up.”
“I still like the spaghetti Westerns.” She spotted part of the town ahead. “Looks like we’re here.”
Tyson guided the truck past Old West storefronts and down a street between small businesses and a park. They reached a designated parking area, and he found a spot on the dirt lot.
