Eight Seconds To Fly: A Standalone Cowboy Romance by Grace McGinty

Author:Grace McGinty [McGinty, Grace]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-08-14T16:00:00+00:00

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I’d forgotten that Beau was a bit of a feeder, like someone's elderly British nanna. In times of trouble, he got you food. When we got back to the hotel room, he’d gotten food and hot tea sent up. He sat outside the door as I showered and scrubbed every inch of my body clean and cried some more. When he came in and found me in a ball on the shower floor, he stepped in there fully clothed and picked me up, taking me back to the main room. He dried me with soft, impersonal hands before pulling one of Frankie’s oversized hooded sweatshirts over my head. He patched up my face and tucked me into bed. He made me drink a whole cup of tea and ingest a couple of sandwich triangles before he’d let me go to sleep.

“Beau?”

“Mmm?” he said softly from where he sat on the other side of the room.

“Can you lay with me?”

His face softened completely. “Always.”

He got up and shrugged off his shirt until he was just in his undershirt. He kicked off his boots and then slid beneath the covers with me. He tucked my body against his, his hands lightly resting on his own leg, like he didn’t want to cage me in. I grabbed his arm and wrapped it around me, clinging to it like it was a life vest. Then I cried a little more. I cried like I couldn’t cry in front of Frankie and Branch, because they were both savers. They’d find who hurt me and murder them. But Beau… Beau would take my pain and absorb it into himself. He’d take my pain, my anguish, and hold onto it for me until I was better prepared to deal with it. He’d always been like that. Empathetic.

Eventually, I drifted off to sleep. I woke to the sound of a knock on the door, and Beau shifting away from my back. He talked softly to whoever was at the door, and I pretended to be asleep. I wasn’t sure I could take any more questions right now. It was still too early for it to be one of my guys.

I felt more than heard someone beside me, and I stopped pretending to be asleep.

Dylan’s bright blue eyes looked tortured as he stared at me, on his knees beside the bed. He looked so helpless, and I couldn’t help but give him a small smile. “What are you doing here?” I said croakily. My throat had seized up a bit, making talking a little painful.

He held my hand and lifted it to his face. “Where else would I be?”

I swallowed hard and nodded, blinking back the tears that wanted to spill over again. “Hop in?” I asked, lifting the blanket a little.

He let out a whoosh of breath, and climbed to his feet. He stripped off his clothes and climbed beneath the covers. Beau slid in behind me. I was protected. No one could get me here. I snuggled into Dylan’s chest.

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