Pulse: Sport Romance (The Boys of Winter Book 6) by Violet Vaughn

Author:Violet Vaughn [Vaughn, Violet]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sugarloaf Press
Published: 2015-09-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

I walk into the house just before eleven. I’m tired, and I’m cranky because the car is coming for me again in less than seven hours. I wander into the kitchen and find my mother sitting at the counter with a pot of tea. The china rattles as she sets her cup down and says, “You look so grown up. Lawrence did a wonderful job.”

“Thanks. I like it all except for the makeup.”

Trina, the cook, is behind the counter. Her hair is pulled back in a severe bun, and her face is more wrinkled than I remember. But her smile is warm as she holds up the tin of loose tea in a silent question. I shake my head, letting her know I don’t want any as my mother says, “Yes. I figured you wouldn’t enjoy it. But you’ll get used to it.”

I doubt that. Too exhausted to be snide, I say, “Is Nick upstairs?”

“He is. Go catch up with him. I know your moments have become precious.”

Become? God, I hope not, because eighteen-hour days would kill me. My legs ache as I climb the stairs. I walked today, but it wasn’t nearly as physical as skiing can be, so why are my muscles so tired?

I drop off my things in my room before making my way down the hall. A sliver of light peeks out from below Nick’s door, and I rap lightly on it. He opens it and pulls me against his chest. I sigh in relief as his warm body soothes mine. “You feel so good.”

He pushes me away to assess my new appearance. “Wow. You look incredible.”

I lift one of my locks in the air. “Do you like my hair?”

“I do. It’s fancy, but the color suits you.”

I grin. “Fancy?”

“Yup. All of you is right now.”

“Hang on. I’ll be right back.” I race to my room to scrub my face and throw on my usual nightwear of a worn T-shirt. I glance at my raw face in the mirror and swing my head. Strands tickle my cheeks as they swipe across them. It’s kind of sexy like this, and I prance back to Nick, ready to rumble.

I step in his room and close the door to lean against it. Once he’s watching, I offer my do-me smile and lift my shirt off, making sure to shake my head so my hair will sway.

Nick says, “Oh, yeah. Come take what you want.”

I saunter over and crawl like a cat on the bed to get to him. “I think I will.”

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