“How about I’ll see you tonight?”
“What about your computer work?”
“I’ll do that tomorrow,” they said. “I want to go talk to Pris, given that she just walked in on us kissing.”
All I could do was nod, completely speechless as they left the office.
A storm was brewing between the three of us.
I just hoped we’d still be standing at the end of it.
8
sky
Kissing Beau was justas amazing as I thought it would be.
And I was already causing trouble in a place that was being so kind to me.
Over the last week, Rainbow Ranch had started to feel like a home. I had to keep reminding myself that I was leaving in just a couple weeks. All of this would soon be behind me . . .
So might as well make the best of it, right?
Like kissing the really hot cowboy?
I don’t know what came over me in the office, but for that moment, I’d lost all my worries about being too much. And damn, that kiss.
That kisshad completely swept me away.
But then Pris had walked in on us.
Had I ruined everything?
I hadn’t expected to walk in and kiss Beau, but the pull had been too magnetic. It was the same pull I felt to her though, which left me feeling confused and worried that I was going to cause problems.
Seven days. Seven days of basking in the tension between the three of us.
I’d found a good routine and I enjoyed helping out Pris. So far the weather hasn't been bad, mostly clear within the area. I’d been able to take some time to go through all the photographs I've taken over the last few weeks, and get everything sorted in the way that I wanted to.
I also had time to check up on my ex-assistant’s social media accounts, to see what they were saying online. So far, nothing bad.
The storm chasing world was small. The last thing I wanted was to have a bad reputation. Especially since I was trying to do good, honest work. I was trying to help people.
All of those thoughts fell to the wayside as I found Pris in her room across from mine. The door was wide open. She sat on her bed, her cowgirl hat balanced on her denim-clad knee. She was wearing a denim shirt with a red bandana, her deep brown curls pulled back into a ponytail. Pris was as gorgeous as ever, always managing to steal my breath anytime I laid eyes on her.
I hesitated, and then knocked on the door frame.
She looked up, her brows raising slightly in surprise. “I thought you'd still be with Beau.”
“I didn't plan for that to happen,” I said quickly. “I didn’t plan to walk in and kiss him?—”
“You don't need to explain yourself to me,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.
Despite her shrug, the tension in the room was thick.
“Can I come in?” I whispered.
Pris nodded, and I crossed from the threshold to the foot of her bed.
