Everything You've Got: Anything & Everything, Book 2 by Erin Nicholas Page A

down at his phone, prepared to ignore what it was.
    Oh. Duh.
    By the way, my panties aren’t wet.
    Like hell they weren’t. He frowned and hit reply, but before he could type a letter another message came in.
    I’m not wearing any panties.
    He swallowed hard and typed, Like waving a red cape in front of a bull.
    He saw her smile and then her fingers move.
    Ole.
    Luke stared at the word. Suddenly a weekend of just sex didn’t sound so bad after all.
    He was really going to have to focus. He wanted her on this trip with him, not just in his bed. And when they got back from Nashville there would be no doubt in anyone’s mind—even hers—that they were a couple. In every way. For good.

Chapter Three
    “Nashville? Really?” Kat asked Sabrina.
    Her friend smiled. “Sounds fun, right?”
    “No offense, but I can come up with about fifty scenarios that sound more fun than an amateur country music festival. And they all involve whipped cream.”
    Yeah, as if the country music was really her biggest objection.
    “There’s a fridge in the RV that will easily hold a dozen cans of whipped cream,” Sabrina said, with a grin. “You need to concentrate on the fact that you’ll have Luke all to yourself for all that time. No distractions.”
    Yeah. No distractions from things like work…or the fact that it took her a solid hour to look good in the morning.
    “It’s just not good timing,” Kat hedged, running her finger around the edge of her wineglass. “Work is crazy.”
    Yes, things with work were bad. But even without that, this trip wouldn’t be her fantasy. An airplane, a hotel suite, a beach…those were things she would go for. An RV and a weeklong trip to Nashville? Not so much. Like she’d said to Luke, the RV was small. Really small. And it would involve being together for more consecutive hours than she’d ever spent with a man. No way to spread out, find some quiet time…hide.
    He had no idea how much time and space she took up in the bathroom. Or that she couldn’t sleep at night unless she read for at least a half hour and slept on the right side of the bed. And it would be six days minimum, just the two of them. Could she go six days without Hostess cupcakes or wearing sweatpants or checking Twitter? She wasn’t sure she was ready for morning breath and sharing a bathroom with Luke. And what would they do the whole time? Talk? There were a lot of deep dark secrets that could be spilled in that much alone time. Like the fact that she might have missed a life-threatening condition in a patient.
    “You never take time off,” Sabrina said. “There’s no way they can be upset that you’re taking a few days.”
    “It’s not really that.” She took a deep breath and looked up at the only woman she’d ever been close to, besides her sister. “If you won the lottery, but you cheated, would you keep the money?”
    Sabrina looked like she wanted to ask what Kat was really talking about, but instead she said, “Well, I’d have to really want it, need it, be desperate for it even, to cheat in the first place.”
    Kat swallowed a mouthful of wine. Yeah, so would she. “Okay, so you wanted it so bad that you cheated. And you won. Do you keep your winnings?”
    “Maybe,” Sabrina said.
    “Yeah?” This could be good. She needed an excuse—no, make that an example . “When would you keep it?”
    Sabrina took a bite of cheesecake, watching Kat as she chewed. Then she said, “I guess it would depend if I was still desperate to have it. Because I might have started cheating a long time before I actually got what I wanted.”
    Kat’s chest tightened. Desperate was such a…desperate word. But accurate in so many ways.
    “And,” Sabrina went on, scooping up another bite of cheesecake, “if I thought I would always be desperate for it.”
    Kat thought about that. Did she want Luke as much now as she had when she’d first started analyzing what he wanted in a woman? Would she always want him? Then she