Into the Nothing (Broken Outlaw Series Book 1) by BT Urruela Page A

already leaning together in a drunken heap, eyes closed and borderline passed out. I can hear Brandi huffing in the front seat, complaining about having to drive or something like that. I don’t really care though. Right now, the smell of Paige’s hair has my drunken senses in overdrive. Her soft hair falls onto my chest, her head resting against my shoulder. I prop my head against hers, and with each bump, my chin brushes against her forehead. Each time, she giggles and swats at her face before nuzzling back in.
    The ride could’ve lasted forever and it would’ve been alright with me. Unfortunately, it doesn’t. I feel the car come to a stop and open my eyes. Paige does too. Before we can shake the sleepiness off, Brandi has one leg already out the door.
    “I’ll see you in your room, Paige. Hurry your ass up. I’m tired.” Her look of annoyance passes from Paige to me, but then it softens a bit. “I’ll see you in the morning, Xander.”
    She slams the car door and makes her way into the house. Paige’s eyes follow her all the way to the door, then she slowly turns to me, a look of confusion on her face. Out of nowhere, she bursts into laughter, holding two hands to her mouth. I start laughing too—the drunken kind of laugh brought on by just about anything…and everything. Paige puts a hand to my chest, trying to catch her breath. She squeezes and it sends sensations to places they shouldn’t go. She squeezes my chest again.
    “Jesus, how often do you work out? Like every day?”
    “I try to. I actually was going to ask you where I can go around here.”
    “The Truman Valley Community Complex is your only option. Seriously though, these pecs.”
    “Yours aren’t so bad either.” I give her the cheesiest wink in the entire world. I can feel it. How fucking corny am I?
    She removes her hand, but she still has a smile stretched from ear to ear. “Xander Evans, I want to know you.”
    “You already know more than most… and it’s only been two days,” I say. It’s the truth, after all.
    “I wanna know more.”
    “Why?” Fuck, I really don’t even care why. I want to know more about this girl too.
    “I don’t know.” She slips her bottom lip into her mouth, nervously darting her eyes around the driveway.
    “You have to have a valid reason before I share anything.” I smile my biggest smile, trying my best to keep her right where she is, but as she yawns, I know our night is coming to an end.
    Paige opens her door and gets out, and I reluctantly follow. She comes around to my side, just a foot in front of me, and pokes a finger into the same pec she was squeezing just moments ago.
    “I don’t need a reason. You, sir, will tell me because I’m adorable and because I asked nicely.” She blows me a kiss, and turning on her heel, she makes her way to the house. I can’t help but watch her as she walks away, her beautiful ass firm and teasing me from beneath short jean shorts. I wish she’d turn around, no matter the trouble it would inevitably cause.
    She doesn’t.
    I stagger to the guesthouse, and as I reach the top of the steps, I stop in my tracks. A rustling in the vineyard draws my focus. Shaded by the darkness, it looks as if there’s a figure among the rows of grapevines, the moon reflecting off what could be eyes…maybe glasses?
    Hell, I’m drunk off my ass. I rub a stiff palm across each eye and look again.
    Nothing… Damn Fireball .

 

     
    I manage to avoid Paige for the better part of the week. I get the feeling she’s avoiding me too. We both know nothing good can come of this. I would never disrespect this man in his own home, and I wouldn’t ruin the good thing I have here—or the good money I’m making, for that matter.
    But damn. When I’m around her, she’s got every last bit of my attention.
    I guess it helps that Jack keeps me in the vineyard most of the day. It’s not terribly difficult work, but they are some long hours under the sun. I enjoy his company