Roped In

Her lips pursed. “Knowing you, you’d like that too much. I’ll go willingly.”


She was right, I would’ve tied her up in a heartbeat, and loved every minute of it. She grabbed her bag, but I slipped it off her shoulder as she walked past. I thought she’d fight me on it, but she let it go.

“What changed? Why are you playing nice all of a sudden?”

Opening the room door, I held it so she could walk out. “I did some research last night. Let’s just say, I misjudged you.”

“Is this your way of apologizing?” she asked, strutting out the door.

“If I say yes, does that mean you’ll forgive me?”

She shrugged. “Probably not.”

I followed behind her down the hall, and Audrey winked at me as we walked past the front desk. With a smug smile, Hadley got in my truck and I caught the door before she could shut it. I knew that look on her face; it was the same look every woman got when they wanted to fuck something up. “You’re going to pay me back, aren’t you?”

Her grin grew wider. “You have no idea.”

Fuck, I was in trouble.





Hadley

My skin was on fire. It took all I had not to complain, but dammit to hell, I was miserable. The last thing I wanted was to give Blake a reason to tease me. However, something had changed in him. His whole tone was different, nicer even.

“Do me a favor and stay here. I’ll be right back.” He parked in front of a doctor’s office and shut off the truck.

“What are we doing here?”

“Lock the doors when I leave.” Once he was out, I locked the doors and watched him disappear into the entrance.

“Stop looking at him, Hadley. It’ll only get you into trouble,” I mumbled.

I hated it already, but he was the perfect muse for my new song: bad boy, sexy, gray eyes, and jeans wearing cowboy. In my song, the female was going to tame the wild beast, but I highly doubted anyone could tame Blake. I was sure the hundreds of women who’d ridden him in the past had tried and failed.

Since Blake was still inside, I pulled out my phone and dialed Felicity’s number.

“Hey,” she answered.

“Hey, how’s it going?”

“Not bad, just trying to dodge the pariah every time I come and go from the hospital.”

I groaned. “They haven’t let up yet?”

“Nope. They’re determined. You’re the only thing they ask about. I’ve even been offered twenty thousand dollars if I spill. I guess they don’t believe me when I say I have no fucking clue where you are.”

“It should die down soon. I’m sorry you have to deal with it all until then. I’m intentionally staying away from the TV. People probably think I’m in a mental hospital by now.”

She laughed. “Actually, that has been one of the rumors.”

I scoffed. “Such bullshit. How’s Nick doing?”

“Better, I think. The doctors are hopeful he’ll wake up soon.” That was good to hear. She sounded better as well. “What about you? Is dickface still being an ass?”

I chuckled. “As a matter of fact, no. I don’t know what’s up with him, but he’s been decent today. You know that song I started writing a couple months ago?”

“Yeah.”

“I think I found my muse. Maybe something good will come out of this tragedy after all.”

“Wait . . . are you trying to tell me this guy is hot? How old is he?”

“Maybe five years older than me?”

“Send him my way then. Just do me a favor and don’t fall for him.”

I snorted. “Not gonna happen, trust me.”

“Good. Remind me not to tell Nick about him when he wakes up. He’ll be ready to fly out on a plane and get you. When this is all over, maybe you two can actually give it a shot instead of pretending.”

“He knows how I feel about that. It would never work. We’ve already had a bunch of problems with the media and we aren’t even really together.”

“True, but I know he wants more. It would’ve been nice to have you a part of our family.”

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