Slide(Boosted Hearts Book 3)(25)
“Fast metabolism. Gotta maintain these curves somehow.”
His hands were resting on the table and his fingers twitched at her words.
Was he imagining his hands on her body?
Adam shot to his feet. “I’ll go pay.”
The rest of the day was disappointingly uneventful. He drove in brooding silence. The guy wouldn’t even look at her, except one time when she tried to change the radio station to something this century. She liked classic rock as much as the next girl, but not all damn day.
Lucy blinked the tiredness from her eyes. How long had she been asleep? She glanced at the clock. It was just after nine at night. And going by the sign on the side of the road, they’d hit Silverwood, a smallish town about an hour from Denver. Small, yes, but tonight not so quiet. There were cars everywhere and people lining the streets.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she wanted to scream when she saw it was Daniel. There were other messages and missed calls as well. Why wouldn’t he leave her alone? How many times would she have to tell him she hadn’t lied, and that she wasn’t coming back, before he’d backed the hell off?
Quickly she turned it off and shoved it back in her pocket, then pointed at one of the overflowing parking lots. “What’s going on?”
He shrugged and didn’t even bother opening his mouth. God, maybe this hadn’t been such a wise idea. Scratch that, of course what she’d done wasn’t wise, using her big brothers’ best friend for one last wild adventure—a man she was in love with, a man who had pushed her away every time they’d come remotely close. Maybe she’d been wrong. Maybe she’d overestimated her ability to seduce this man, maybe…
His gaze slid to her knee then higher to her thigh, and higher still, and he licked his lips like he was contemplating a steak dinner—steak was Adam’s favorite—before he turned back to the road. It was dark in the car and he hadn’t even seen her watching him sneak a peek. Had he been looking at her when she slept?
A delicious shiver traveled through her and she sat straighter in her seat. “Are we stopping here? You look like you could do with a rest.”
Long, thick, permanently grease-stained fingers flexed around the steering wheel then were dragged through his hair. “Yeah. As good a place as any, I guess.”
They cruised down the main street, drawing stares. They’d been getting looks everywhere they went. She guessed it was inevitable in a car like this. Finally, he pulled into a hotel. He’d passed several fairly nice ones, but for some unknown reason chose one that looked like a throwback from the seventies.
The H on the hotel sign was at an odd angle. “Umm…”
“I need a ground floor room with parking in front.”
“The car?”
“The car.” He shoved the door open and, without looking back, headed to reception. He was back a few minutes later, jaw like granite and a scowl that would make her run for the hills if she didn’t already know the guy.
He climbed back in and drove a little way along to park in front of one of the rooms.
“Is this your room?”
He shook his head, and that jaw got harder still. “Our room. There’s some fucking flower festival here this weekend and everything’s booked out. Including this dump.”
She opened her door and climbed out. “I don’t snore. Promise.” She reached into the backseat and grabbed her bag, doing her best to keep the butterflies in her belly out of her voice. If there was ever an opportune time to make a move, it was tonight.
Why did her stomach feel like it was doing somersaults? She’d never been embarrassed with guys in the past. She’d always been fairly confident in her looks and her body. But after being with Daniel for six months, then discovering he’d been lying to her all that time and she hadn’t seen it, her self-confidence had taken a hard hit. Then what followed…
She inwardly gave herself a shake. She wasn’t going there, not on this trip. God, she’d only been on her own for four short months—why did she suddenly feel like a virgin on prom night?
What if he rejected her again?
Yeah, that’d make for a fun trip.
Adam was already at their room, pushing the door open. She followed him in. The place was as dated inside as it was outside. At least it was clean.
After flinging her bag on the small table by the window, she walked to the bed and plonked down. “This isn’t so bad.”
Adam was still by the door. He hadn’t moved an inch. His dark eyes slid from her to the bed she was on then back. “No?”
The butterflies vanished and a hurricane took their place. “There’re no weird stains on the covers. I count that as a win.”