Guarded Passion by Bonnie Dee

Author:Bonnie Dee [Dee, Bonnie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Amazon: B00U1CMIS4
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Goodreads: 25025183
Publisher: Bonnie Dee
Published: 2015-02-25T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Rianna

Drunk dialing is never attractive, and I shouldn’t have been so amused and pleased by the sound of Jonah’s slurred voice in my ear in the middle of the night. Yet somehow he charmed me with his run-on sentences and the eager hopefulness in his voice when he asked me out. He sounded open, unguarded, and much more vulnerable than the confident and controlled man I knew. I liked it.

Still, I fully intended to nix the idea when we talked about it later. Heck, by the time he was sober, he might not remember the call or might wish to take it back. But in the end, whether it was smart or stupid, when Jonah called me the following day to apologize and confirm his offer of a date, I said yes.

A few days later, I got dressed for the first date I’d been on since I was a teenager, not counting the times I sat in a bar watching Clay get drunk and lose money at pool. In the year we were together, he never took me for a real night out. To him, I was an appendage he’d accidentally gotten stuck with, like a third arm or something. Honestly, his one stinging slap across my face was almost a blessing, waking me up sharply from the haze I’d lived in and forcing me to take action.

I stared at myself in the mirror on the back of my bedroom door, wondering if I was dressed appropriately for an evening in Lexington. I was almost as excited at the prospect of seeing the city as I was about going out with Jonah. We were going to a show. Not a musical, but Jonah had promised there would be dancing. I’d never been to a fancy theater in my life. Was my dress good enough? I’d paired it with thick leggings underneath because it was simply too cold to go out with bare legs. Now I second-guessed my decision and peeled the woolly layer off. Let the wind fly up my skirt for the sake of fashion.

I came out of my room to find Travis running around half-naked. His latest thing was hating to wear pants. I corralled him, stuffed him back in his little overalls, socks, and shoes, jammed my own feet into my dressiest pair of boots, and dragged all the stuff a three-year-old needs out to my car. It would’ve been way easier to have Carol Ann come over from next door, but I’d lost faith in her. My new sitter was an older woman who lived closer to town. She was a widow, her grown children scattered all over the country, who seemed happy to look after Travis as if he took the place of the grandchildren she rarely saw.

Of course, Travis chose that night to freak out when I started to leave him. I knew he liked Maybelle. He hadn’t fussed the first few times I left him with her. He just didn’t want me to go.

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