Vow of Sacrifice (Vow Series Book 5) by Emma Renshaw

Author:Emma Renshaw [Renshaw, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2019-06-10T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Iris

Callan’s truck isn’t brand new, but it’s clean and has a wonderful pine scent combined with his spicy smell. The leather is soft and smooth underneath my legs. It’s roomy and the seats are comfortable.

The best part, though, is the bench seat.

My hip is pressed against his. My thigh is pressed against his. And his right arm is draped over my shoulders as he drives with his left hand.

Callan helped me into his truck then walked around to get in on the driver’s side. He turned to look at me before putting the key in the ignition, grabbed my arm, and tucked me close to his side.

One of his fingers skims along the space between my neck and shoulder. Goose bumps break out, and I tilt my head, giving his tickling fingers more access to my skin.

“Where are we going?”

Callan hasn’t given me any hint about his plans. He only told me to dress nicely.

“The Brand. Have you been?”

The Brand is a premier steakhouse in the area. Pierce often took me to steakhouses—sometimes alone, sometimes on business dinners—but we never went to The Brand. Pierce preferred a cityscape view and a place where he’d be seen. The Brand is outside of the city with a view of the hills. There’s no comparison about which I prefer or who I prefer to be with.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Good,” Callan says, squeezing my shoulder.

Most of the drive is spent in comfortable silence. The sun blazes in the sky, starting to set behind the hills, creating a vibrant mixture of pinks, oranges, and reds. My hands rub together; I wish I had some of my paintbrushes to capture everything about this moment. The setting sun, the hills, the soft leather seats inside a black pickup truck and, most importantly, the rugged and masculine man sitting next to me. Long fingers curved over the steering wheel, a muscular arm wrapped around me. I could paint this scene a thousand times and never capture the warmth and protection I feel in this moment.

If he asked me to, I’d ride in this truck to the end of the Earth with him, just as long as I could stay glued to his side feeling his warmth and strong arms wrapped around me.

Callan turns into the parking lot of The Brand and quickly finds a parking spot. His hands grip my hips, helping me down from his truck. The edge of the parking lot has a look-out area for the surrounding hills. Benches surround a gazebo. Callan tugs me toward the area.

He folds me into his chest, my arms wrap around his back, and he holds me tightly to him. I turn my eyes away from the sun to find him staring at me.

“Are you going to kiss me now?”

“Don’t think I can wait anymore.”

One of his large, warm hands coasts up my back and weaves into my hair. I slide my hands from his back to his front, grazing over every rippling muscle beneath his shirt. My hands stop on his chest.

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