Hot Nashville Nights by Sheri WhiteFeather

Author:Sheri WhiteFeather
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2020-03-10T12:31:20+00:00

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Spencer picked me up at my condo and loaded my bags into his truck. I’d overpacked, but I was a clotheshorse, so that was normal for me.

As he pulled out of the parking lot, I said, “You look like a California boy today.” He wore his usual torn jeans, a plain T-shirt and slip-on sneakers with a checkerboard pattern.

“I just wanted to be comfortable.” He frowned. “I probably should have mentioned this before, but I haven’t been back since I left.”

“This is your first time going home?” I considered the circumstances. “I haven’t been back to Oklahoma since I left, either.” I was settled in Nashville now, and there didn’t seem to be any reason to return to where I’d been raised.

He drove toward the interstate that would take us to the airport. “I have good and bad memories of living in LA. But the bad ones always seem to take over.”

“What’s your favorite part about LA?” I asked, trying to cheer him up. I knew the pitfalls of being consumed with the bad stuff.

“The beaches,” he replied, his mood brightening already. “I used to surf a little.”

“I can see you doing that.” Tall and tan, with his skin tasting like saltwater. I touched a finger to my lips, almost as if I could taste it on him, too. It made me want to kiss him, everywhere, all over his body.

“Venice Beach was one of my teenage hangouts. I liked the artsy vibe, the weirdness, I guess. The surfing was good, too.”

I was getting more excited about this trip, anxious to spend time with him. “Can we go there?”

“Sure. I think you’d enjoy it.”

“I wonder if three days will be enough to fit everything in.” Suddenly, it seemed too short, too rushed.

He changed lanes, then glanced over at me. “Do you want to stay for a few extra days?”

“Do you think we could?” I’d already made up my mind to have a good time and try not to stress about the future. But somehow, I still had butterflies in my stomach over it.

“I don’t see why not. I can check with the hotel about extending the reservation.”

”Then let’s do it.” The longer we stayed, the more fun we could have—in and out of bed.

Or at least until my butterflies subsided. Or our affair ended. Whichever came first.

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