“You know exactly what’s wr
ong with her, bro. Her ass is sore.”
“Ghost!” Skylar hissed, turning to see if anyone in the diner heard him.
“What? It’s true, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but you don’t have to bring it up.”
Skylar’s eyes again looked longingly out the plate-glass window at the motel sign across the street.
Shades eyes followed, and he huffed out a breath, taking a sip of his coffee.
“What was that for?” Skylar asked, turning to him.
“What was what for?” he replied.
“That huff? What was that for?”
“You want to check into that motel.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“No, but it’s what you’re thinkin’, isn’t it?”
She looked away.
“Isn’t it?” he repeated, nudging her shoulder with his.
Her eyes came back to him. “Maybe. Okay, yes, it was.”
“Christ,” he muttered.
Ghost just grinned at him from across the table. “Did we bet on this?”
“No,” Shades growled. “We bet on four days versus seven.”
“What does that mean?” Skylar asked, frowning.
“It means we’re getting a room.”
Ghost nudged her with his foot. “Just shut up and tell him thank you.”
She looked over at Shades and smiled. “Thank you, honey.”
He just looked away, shaking his head, but she could see the grin he tried to hide behind his coffee cup.
Half an hour later, they rolled across the street to the motel. Shades went in, and Skylar waited outside with Ghost.
Skylar watched after Shades as he walked away, watching the sexy way his hips rolled with his gate. He’d grown even better looking in the years they’d been apart. He seemed broader in the shoulders, and his arms and chest were more muscular. He’d really filled out as a man in his prime. And as she watched him walk away, she realized she’d never be able to watch him walk away for real again. It terrified her that that may still happen. No matter what he’d said, she knew things could happen that could change his feelings. But she wanted him, more than she’d ever wanted anything. She only wished everything could work out for them.
She caught Ghost’s eyes on her and turned to look at him.
He watched her, his arms folded, his feet wide apart.
“What?” she asked, frowning at the way he studied her.
And then as if he’d read her mind he said cryptically, “Be careful what you wish for darlin’.”