Sunshine: A Small Town Cowboy Romance (Saddlebrook Falls Book 1) by Michaela Jean Taylor

Author:Michaela Jean Taylor [Taylor, Michaela Jean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Spruce Media, LLC
Published: 2024-08-30T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINETEEN

NOW

Iwake with a start, my body jerking and stomach sinking as the sensation of falling washes over me. But I’m not falling—I’m in bed, tucked between a heavy comforter and foreign bedsheets that smell like Irish Spring and faint hints of cigarette smoke.

On impulse, one eye snaps blearily open, and I take in the room around me: an ugly taupe wall with a vintage portrait of a rodeo arena hanging in a wooden frame, an old pine desk and chair set, and a brown leather belt with a bright silver buckle hanging over the back of it.

Wells.

With a second jolt, the memories of last night come crashing back and I quickly turn to look behind me, searching for the six-foot-three source of comfort whose tenderness surprised me last night. But the bed is empty on the other side, the comforter pulled up and tucked underneath the pillow. I reach a hand out to find it cold.

Turning back to the other side of the room, I eye the large metal door that opens into the parking lot, as if it might clue me in on where he is. Thankfully I don’t have to wonder long, because just as I’m peeling myself out of bed, that metal door pushes open, and Wells walks in with a bakery bag and a carrier of coffees. “Hey,” he says when he spots me, his mouth curving into a soft smile.

“Hey,” I say.

“How’d you sleep?”

I shrug. “Really good, I think. I hardly remember even going to bed.”

He arches a brow. “Well, it was kind of a tough night.”

“Yeah . . . thanks for that,” I say, and I mean it. “I cried all over your shirt.”

His smile widens. “Trust me, I’m not offended.”

I laugh, shifting on my feet.

And then I realize I’m not wearing any pants.

My head falls as I visually assess this new and confounding update, and I see that I’m wearing an oversized Wild Coyote T-shirt that falls mid-thigh. Then I remember.

“Here,” he says, picking up my bag. “I’ll bring this to the bathroom.”

I throw a hand out to stop him, pressing an open palm softly against his chest. “No, it’s okay,” I say. “I don’t think I have the energy for my usual before-bed routine. I’m just going to sleep in my clothes.”

Wells’s brow dips as he lowers the bag back to the ground. “You can’t go to sleep in jeans, Layla.” But the look I give him must be convincing enough, because he relents. “Here then.” He pulls out a dark green shirt from the top of his bag and holds it out for me. “Wear this.”

“Oh,” I say now. “I, um . . .” I look back up at Wells and find his focus caught on my legs. “I’m sorry,” I rush out as I dart away, face burning with embarrassment. “I need to give this back to you!” I march toward the bathroom, praying last night’s clothes are still where I left them. I shut the door behind me with a soft thud.

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