comeback. “We are going this way, and stopping in Middleton come dawn.” He gave Erik a hard look. “Then, Heath can go buy Tinkerbelle.”
That began another argument, which had Sophia sighing and walking over to the window to peer outside.
* * * *
Scarlet found her thoughts drifting as she tuned the testosterone fest out.
She had a few questions that needed answers, and they were annoying her. For one, who was the other woman that Archer’s beast had his sights on, and had he been with her, yet. Did that make her letting him kiss her wrong?
Okay, it was more than a few, but they were all about Archer, and whether she could trust him or not.
So far, Scarlet had trusted him with her life, and trust didn’t come easy to her. Could she trust him with her heart?
Heart? What? No!
What the hell was she thinking? Her heart had nothing to do with this situation at all.
Her heart was safe in her chest and so were her emotions. All she had was a hot case of the lusties.
So, if it were just lust, wouldn’t it be okay to give in? So what if she enjoyed Archer’s body. There was nothing wrong with that, and trust wasn’t an issue. No risk of heartbreak, or hurt, since her heart wasn’t involved, she assured herself.
Not that she was the kind of woman to sleep around. In fact, her experience with that was limited to a few encounters.
Still, if she was going to do it, Archer was the guy she wanted to do it with.
All the towering-broad-shouldered-sculpted yumminess of him. The thought led to the memory of the night before, the way he’d grabbed her, the way he’d kissed her. The strong male power he’d used to make her melt for him.
Scarlet didn’t realize she was staring at Archer while absently nibbling on her lower lip.
“Scarlet…” Archer spoke. “ Hello?”
“Oh, sorry. You were asking me something?”
“What were you thinking of that had your expression so dreamy?” Erik wiggled his eyebrows at her.
“Nothing, and my expression was not dreamy.” She dropped her gaze. Then she realized the gesture screamed guilty, and raised her face again, changing the subject. “Are all of you done arguing about the route now?”
“Yes. Archer wore a knowing grin.
She cleared her throat. “Good.”
“Archer won the argument,” Sophia said, looking over from her spot at the window. “Just in case you missed the end there.”
“No, I didn’t. Of course he…” Scarlet spluttered. “I’ll go get my bag.”
“You do that,” Archer told her, his lips still curled in that wicked grin, as if he knew what she’d been thinking about.
Scarlet stopped half way to the swing door. She felt the blood drain from her face as she turned back. “Are any of you a telepath or something weird like that?”
“Honey, you don’t need to be a telepath to figure out where your thoughts were,” Tate said with an evil grin.
“Tate? Stuff a sock in it would you?” Scarlet lifted her chin and turned to push through the swinging door.
The sound of warm laughter followed her out of the room.
* * * *
They travelled in two cars. Tate and Heath were in the Impala. Archer, Scarlet, Zane, Sophia, and Erik were in the SUV. When Zane had grumbled about his legroom, Erik had told him that if he wanted the back seat all to himself he was welcome to scrunch himself into the backseat of the Impala. Zane had sighed with eloquence, and scrunched himself into the back of the SUV instead.
They had been traveling for two hours when they turned onto a road and Archer frowned and pulled over, putting the SUV in neutral and getting out of the car to meet Tate as they pulled in behind the SUV.
“This isn’t supposed to be a dirt road. You’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere,” Tate said as he slid out of the Impala and strode up to Archer.
“I know how to read a map. This is our turn off, and I didn’t take a wrong turn.” Archer flattened the map on the back of the car as Scarlet twisted around to see
That began another argument, which had Sophia sighing and walking over to the window to peer outside.
* * * *
Scarlet found her thoughts drifting as she tuned the testosterone fest out.
She had a few questions that needed answers, and they were annoying her. For one, who was the other woman that Archer’s beast had his sights on, and had he been with her, yet. Did that make her letting him kiss her wrong?
Okay, it was more than a few, but they were all about Archer, and whether she could trust him or not.
So far, Scarlet had trusted him with her life, and trust didn’t come easy to her. Could she trust him with her heart?
Heart? What? No!
What the hell was she thinking? Her heart had nothing to do with this situation at all.
Her heart was safe in her chest and so were her emotions. All she had was a hot case of the lusties.
So, if it were just lust, wouldn’t it be okay to give in? So what if she enjoyed Archer’s body. There was nothing wrong with that, and trust wasn’t an issue. No risk of heartbreak, or hurt, since her heart wasn’t involved, she assured herself.
Not that she was the kind of woman to sleep around. In fact, her experience with that was limited to a few encounters.
Still, if she was going to do it, Archer was the guy she wanted to do it with.
All the towering-broad-shouldered-sculpted yumminess of him. The thought led to the memory of the night before, the way he’d grabbed her, the way he’d kissed her. The strong male power he’d used to make her melt for him.
Scarlet didn’t realize she was staring at Archer while absently nibbling on her lower lip.
“Scarlet…” Archer spoke. “ Hello?”
“Oh, sorry. You were asking me something?”
“What were you thinking of that had your expression so dreamy?” Erik wiggled his eyebrows at her.
“Nothing, and my expression was not dreamy.” She dropped her gaze. Then she realized the gesture screamed guilty, and raised her face again, changing the subject. “Are all of you done arguing about the route now?”
“Yes. Archer wore a knowing grin.
She cleared her throat. “Good.”
“Archer won the argument,” Sophia said, looking over from her spot at the window. “Just in case you missed the end there.”
“No, I didn’t. Of course he…” Scarlet spluttered. “I’ll go get my bag.”
“You do that,” Archer told her, his lips still curled in that wicked grin, as if he knew what she’d been thinking about.
Scarlet stopped half way to the swing door. She felt the blood drain from her face as she turned back. “Are any of you a telepath or something weird like that?”
“Honey, you don’t need to be a telepath to figure out where your thoughts were,” Tate said with an evil grin.
“Tate? Stuff a sock in it would you?” Scarlet lifted her chin and turned to push through the swinging door.
The sound of warm laughter followed her out of the room.
* * * *
They travelled in two cars. Tate and Heath were in the Impala. Archer, Scarlet, Zane, Sophia, and Erik were in the SUV. When Zane had grumbled about his legroom, Erik had told him that if he wanted the back seat all to himself he was welcome to scrunch himself into the backseat of the Impala. Zane had sighed with eloquence, and scrunched himself into the back of the SUV instead.
They had been traveling for two hours when they turned onto a road and Archer frowned and pulled over, putting the SUV in neutral and getting out of the car to meet Tate as they pulled in behind the SUV.
“This isn’t supposed to be a dirt road. You’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere,” Tate said as he slid out of the Impala and strode up to Archer.
“I know how to read a map. This is our turn off, and I didn’t take a wrong turn.” Archer flattened the map on the back of the car as Scarlet twisted around to see
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