Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“You were right,” I murmur.
“About what?” he asks as he reaches for my leg and pulls it across his body to massage my skin.
“I wasn’t ready for any of that. It was amazing, but I wasn’t ready.”
He releases a laugh. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I rode a bull. I think I’m going home with the purse though. It was a prize bull and I stayed on way longer than anyone expected,” I tease.
He really laughs this time. “I’m happy I could help you get your points. You can come ride this cowboy anytime you like.”
I groan. “Don’t say things like that. My hoo-ha doesn’t have any good sense. She wants to go for another round, but I know that’s insanity.”
“You could ride my face instead. I wouldn’t want your hoo-ha to feel neglected.”
I shift my body on top of his and look down at his handsome face. He reaches to run his thumb across my lips. I smile back at him.
“You haven’t neglected me yet. How about a snack? Some ice cream, we can have them bring some up.”
He reaches for his watch on the nightstand. “Ah, shit, you haven’t called to check in. I’ll run that bath, but you should call home.”
“Way to kill the vibe, cowboy.”
“I’d rather kill the vibe than have your daddy kill me.”
I roll my eyes, then roll off him. I know he’s right. If I don’t call, my parents will worry. Since the group has plans tomorrow, I shouldn’t put this off.
Trev heads into the bathroom. I grab my phone to call home. I’m humming a new tone as the phone rings.
Pushing a hand through my braids, I’m so glad my parents can’t see me. I grab the sheet and tug it around my body. Finally, the line is picked up.
My father’s voice comes through the line. “Hey, Babycakes. That you?”
“Hey, Daddy. How are you?”
“I’m fine. How’s the music going?”
“It’s going great. I have something working in my head now. I’m in my room for the night. I’ll get it down when I hang up. I just wanted to check in.”
“That’s good. I heard from a friend in Nashville. You’re going to get a shot. It will be tight; they’re expecting to see you in New York, but we can stop in Nashville and then head there. I’m working the schedule out so I can go with you.”
“Oh my God, Daddy. That’s great. Nashville. Trev, I’m going to Nashville. I’m going to get to sing in Nashville,” I squeal.
Trev comes running out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and wide eyes. I palm my forehead as I realize what I’ve done. My breathing stops.
“Trevor is in your room. At this time of night? What time is it there?”
“Midnight,” I murmur. “We were playing cards. Tom, Elsie, Maggie. We were all thinking about Pook and playing cards while reminiscing,” I lie.
“You didn’t mention the others to tell your news,” he says sternly.
“Because Trevor knows how much this means to me.” I think fast. “Daddy, hold on. Let me see everyone out. They’re leaving.”
“Put anyone other than Trevor on the phone.”
“Daddy, I just told you they’re all heading out. They were leaving when I made the call. It’s just me now.”
“I didn’t wake up yesterday, little girl. You better not be making a fool of me.”
“But you and Mama said to stick to his side. Why is it a problem if he and our friends hang out in my room?”
“Because I wasn’t thinking when I said you could go. Oh God, what have I done? You girls have a thing for those Monroe boys. Shit,” he bites out away from the phone.
He then continues and I can hear the brokenness in his voice. “Your sister… she… she was supposed to be engaged to one of them. I gave him my blessing. My little girl was supposed to be engaged,” he sobs.
“Daddy—”
“Talk to your mama. I need to go. I need to start thinking straight,” he says.
My mother’s voice greets me next. Guilt settles in my belly like a ball of lead. I just screwed up royally.
“Honey, what’s going on?”
“I don’t know what just happened. Is he okay?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you call back tomorrow. Let me go talk to him.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“I love you too. Be safe, sweetheart.”
I hang up as the tears sting the backs of my eyes. I can’t believe I just did that. I know my daddy. I knew he was going to ask to speak to someone, but I had to mention the others.
“I’m sorry,” I sob as Trevor pulls me into his arms.
He sways me back and forth as he kisses the top of my head. My emotions and thoughts are all over the place. Pook was getting engaged? I didn’t know that.
However, instead of hope blooming for me and Trev, I know I’ve just messed things up. What is wrong with me?