Not the One (Spring Grove Book 1) by Toni Aleo

Author:Toni Aleo [Aleo, Toni]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: TV-TA-NtO-EBB-201708056-1
Published: 2017-12-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Gen wiggled her toes.

Then her fingers.

When she didn’t feel like she was going to puke, she slowly opened her eyes. But when the sun hit her eyes, she winced, squeezing them shut again as she swallowed back the bile. Reaching for the pillow beside her, she covered her face as she groaned loudly into it. What did she do to herself last night? She knew damn well what she did, but damn it, she was usually good when she drank. But then, had she ever drunk so much not only to forget her…her…well, whatever the fuck Montgomery was? And then, Theo? Nope, and the whiskey in Spring Grove was always stronger.

Whiskey: 1. Gen: 0.

She knew better, she did, but yet, there she was, lying with a pillow on her face. Wishing for death. It was obvious no work would be getting done, especially if she couldn’t find a way downstairs to get some food to soak up all the whiskey still swirling in her gut. She gagged at just the thought of trying to shove something down her throat.

I could help shove something down your throat, angel, something thick and long. You ready?

A grin pulled at her lips as Travis spoke in her head. He wanted so badly to be written, and she wanted to write him, but the problem with that was moving. Moving wasn’t an option right now. Swallowing tentatively, she exhaled. What in God’s name was she thinking last night? All she wanted was info on either Theo or the people who owned the Blu. But what she got was another fight with Montgomery and puking all over Theo. Other stuff happened, but she didn’t want to think of those things. She couldn’t. Theo was ancient history. He was probably already married, seven kids, and all that jazz. Not that it mattered, but man, she bet his wife was one lucky lady.

Because Gen could still feel his lips on hers. There was something about his lips, the bottom one larger than the top. When he devoured her mouth, his bottom lip would almost suffocate hers, and she lived for it. His kisses, they were…heaven. And like clockwork, every time, he’d pull back and whisper mercy against her lips. Two weeks, that’s all it had been, but it felt like a lifetime. Seeing him again, those frayed, worn jeans, the tight tee on his shoulders, his lips, his eyes, his beard, it was all so overwhelming, and those feelings she shouldn’t be feeling came back tenfold.

It wasn’t fair, really. These feelings that were drowning her senses like the whiskey had, how could she feel them? She was supposed to be in love with Montgomery; he was supposed to be her forever. But if that was the case, why was she wanting so badly to find Theo, sit down, and just talk. She wanted to know everything. Where he had been, what he had been doing, who he was with. Anything and everything, but she knew if she allowed herself to do that, it would lead to more.

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