My nose crinkles at the odor floating up from the room vents and floor. It's a cross between a cigarette and a dead skunk, as if somebody found a piece of roadkill, rolled it up and decide to smoke it. The thought alone makes me gag.I'm not a person to smoke recreational weed myself, even though it is legal, but even I know what it smells like. Although this stuff is expired. Can weed expire?But where would it be coming from? Even though the drug may be legal in Maine for personal use, it doesn't mean they can smoke in the bed-and-breakfast even in the privacy of rooms. We're a no smoking facility. This building has been around for over one hundred years. It's kindling.I follow the putrid smell out into the hallway, my nose taking in all the scents around me like I've turned into a bloodhound drug-sniffing dog. Thinking of that, what happened to all those canines now that weed is legal? Did they ship them to other states? Or do they use them to sniff out large quantities of po
Graham tugs my leg to him twisting our appendages together. Less than a breath separates us and my heart hammers, begging for him to kiss me.He does, and it's nothing like when we sat together on the bench in the middle of a clearing. This kiss is demanding and firm. His lips lock onto mine and the room gets twenty degrees hotter. His hand cups my chin, his thumb rubbing against my skin. My lips open, granting him access, and our tongues duel against one another.His fingers curl underneath my shirt tracing against my naked skin until he hits the barrier of my bra. I moan, moving a finger through his belt buckle and pulling him closer, wanting so much more.It's fast. Faster than it should be. I count off the days and the number of dates as fast as possible. Does this count as three? Will he think less of me if it isn't?His attention falls to my neck and Graham lazily dots my collarbone with kisses. "We don't need to do anything more," he says between each peck. "Whatever you
"Are you sure you want to meet my friends?" Graham runs his fingers through his dark hair smoothing it back.I nod like a fool caught up in his spell. I've never met a man who can make such a simple action so overwhelmingly intimate."Yup." As if I'd say anything else.He gives me one last look, waiting for me to change my mind, and when I don't, we walk through the big doors of the bed-and-breakfast out into the cold afternoon. Before we cross over the covered patio, he takes my hand into his. Our arms swing together back and forth as we walk.Normally, I want to stay inside and avoid the cold as much as possible, even on a rare afternoon off, but the last few days I've ventured out to spend time with Graham. You would think your body would get used to the sudden drop in temperature, your skin hardened against the bite of the cold wind. But it doesn't. The air is as frigid for me today as it was yesterday. Possibly even colder. My skin still hurts and with each breath it feels
How did I find myself here again? Fully clothed and lying on top of the tightly made duvet of Graham's bed in his hotel room?Not that I'm complaining. When he asked if I wanted to watch an episode of TV in his bedroom, I gladly accepted. I mean who in their right mind would turn down time to lie in bed with a ridiculously hot guy and watch TV? Even a nun would be tempted.Graham flips the channels, our hands precariously close to one another as they set on top of the bedspread, but yet we haven't touched."Want to watch Jurassic Park again?" he asks with a laugh."Can we make it through?"He grabs my hand, holding it in the space between us. "I'd be okay if we missed it again." The big smile catches me off guard when I look. The way his eyes twinkle and happiness, the dark stubble on his cheek rough, I know that he's been absolutely serious.Nerves take up in my stomach. We've been here before, but there's still a newness to it all. So much of our future is up for grabs. D
Staring into his eyes hoping and wishing for more to happen makes me feel like a wanton hussy, but I don't even care."You're never gonna watch this movie if you keep looking at me like that," Graham says against a smile as his body slips closer to mine.My skin prickles. Sometimes he looks at me as if he can see right through to my core. It's intense and more than anything I've felt with another person at any point in my life. It's one of those soul-filling looks when I worry about letting this chance pass me by.How can it have happened so quickly? How can I feel it so deeply?"I said I wanted to watch the movie?" My fingers squeeze in between his pants and skin until he pops the button giving me more space.Graham's eyes narrow. "I distinctly remember you telling me you enjoyed this movie and couldn't wait to see it tonight.""You must have me confused with somebody else because given the option it's never the movie." Not that I plan to admit it, but when I said I wanted
I swear I can smell him. My body tingles as he gets close and the air around the check-in desk thickens. There's an excitement that wasn't there seconds before and then, as expected, Graham turns the corner of the long hallway from his room and smiles in my direction.Something about his happy look brings it out for me as well. I swear, I try to contain my expression. I tell my body to lock it down. That hussy doesn't care. I'm smiling like a crazy person by the time he stops in front of me."Tara," he says before leaning over and kissing me slowly smack dab on the lips right in front of the lobby.I laugh and pull back, overwhelmed with emotion. Has a man ever kissed me in public like that? It's a little sinful. And I love every minute of it.He's the same he's been in our most recent nights together—tight-fitted jeans and a long sleeve thermal shirt—but tonight he has a thick jacket unzipped. There's only twenty minutes until my shift ends, and if we're following the same rou
The long-term military service, the contract to work for Pelican Bay's security firm — the same security firm that everyone whispers about behind closed doors. I may not be a Pelican Bay native, but I hear the rumors. There's a lot more going on with Ridge's security firm than installing fancy and expensive alarms.No one knows exactly what those guys do and now I'm wrapped up in one of his contractors. I'm not sure I want to find out. My anxiety probably couldn't handle knowing what Graham's out there doing right now. Or why he won't be back until late. No one I know has a security alarm installed after seven and you definitely don't need a highly trained Navy SEAL to screw it in the wall.But if what I'm starting to suspect is true, eventually I'll have to find out what keeps Graham traveling all over the country. It's going to become important because the more time we spend together the more I believe he's the one.And that is scary as hell.Someone whistles from behind and
The room is bright and hot and stuffy. The lights blaze down on the growing plants as the walls close in on me. The shadows from the corners get closer with every fleeting millisecond it takes to scroll through my contacts and find his name.Time stands still and then rushes forward each time the phone rings and no one picks up on the other end. What is he doing tonight?"Please. Please. Please," I whisper even though I'm alone in the room.The call switches to voicemail and I hang up staring at my screen as if somehow, it's his electronic device's fault and not his.I hit recall and tip the top of one of the paper boxes stacked low enough for me to see. Inside green flakes of what looks like petals are wrapped together in clear cellophane. Dwight — or whoever is working down here — has quite the operation going. It looks like something you'd find in a movie. One of those cop comedies where somehow the dumber-than-a-box-of-rocks recruits catch the bad guys and $1 billion in dru