“You want me to sit in your truck while you drive to the top of a cemetery?”
“Exactly.”
“And that isn’t supposed to scare me why?”
“Then we’ll just sit in the bed of my truck down here where you can’t see anything. You tell me.”
“I’ll take my chances,” I said.
“With what?”
“Following you again.”
“You want to follow me up there?”
“Not the first time I’ve driven that road in a car.”
Ramsey raised an eyebrow. “Well then. I’ll just keep an eye on the rearview in case you get stuck.”
“If I get stuck, just keep going,” I said. “But remember me.”
Was that flirting, Jordyn? Is that how you flirt?
Lucky for me Ramsey started to turn and didn’t see my cheeks become hot.
The last time I did anything spontaneous like this… was too long ago to admit.
Ramsey started to drive again, and I followed.
The cemetery had always been the ultimate party place back in the day. Because you were sort of hidden, had the best view of the town, and if you were smart enough to know how to get off the little mountain, you could get away from the cops before they caught up to you and busted you for drinking.
When I finally parked the car for good, I shook my head, still trying to come to terms with what was happening on my Saturday night.
As I walked around my car, feeling the crisp, fresh autumn air hit me, Ramsey surprised me by pulling a couple of bottles of beer from the back seat of his truck.
“As promised, darling,” he said with a smooth coolness that would have made me swoon and melt back in the day.
“Thanks,” I said, taking the bottle of beer.
“Here, have a seat with me,” he said.
He opened the tail gate of his truck and patted it. He jumped up and the entire truck bounced. I did the same and the truck didn’t move at all.
I looked out and down to the small town that was home. Random lights from streetlights, pizza places, and houses. But above us was the real view. It was so dark at the top of the hill that the stars were massive clusters of twinkling lights.
“Nice up here, right?” Ramsey asked.
“Been a while.”
“I used to come up here and raise hell,” he said.
“You’re supposed to be respectful in a cemetery.”
“Tell that to the version of me back in high school.”
“I didn’t come up here all that much,” I said. “I mean, you know, a bunch of times, but I used to go to the other side of the valley.”
Ramsey raised an eyebrow. “Oh, wow. So, you were really a tough chick then. Over in Southbrooke? With the enemy.”
“The enemy,” I said with a laugh.
The stupid high school rivals that were built from sports and somehow translated into everyday life. Having teachers preach to the kids about being nice to one another, yet building up a rivalry based on football, so much so that kids wanted to fight each other with no real reason.
“So, you were a big time party chick then,” Ramsey said.
“Do you have to use the word chick?” I asked.
“My apologies,” he said. “Should I call you Mom?”
“What?” I asked, almost jumping at him.
“Saw the booster seat in your car,” he said. “So, it’s either Mom, Aunt, or babysitter.”
I swallowed hard, as though I should have felt guilty for some reason.
Guilty for what? Not quickly telling Ramsey I had a son? For his sake? Or for Sam’s sake? Like I was pretending not to have a son.
“You’re just really trying to crash into my night and life, aren’t you?” I asked.
“Just making conversation,” he said.
“Yes. I have a son. Is that a problem?”
“Not at all. Is that a problem for you?”
“Nope,” I said. “I love my son. Being a mother is the greatest thing in the world.”
Ramsey nodded. “Right. That’s a good thing then. So, I take it that’s why I haven’t seen you at Shammy’s before.”
“What do you mean?”
“Meaning I assume that not every Saturday night is a kid-free night for you.”
“Every other Saturday,” I said. “But I usually work. Or try to work if I can get the shifts.”
“Every other Saturday. So that means…”
I laughed. I sipped the cool beer, which wasn’t as cool as the air outside.
“Why are you shaking your head?” Ramsey asked.
“I’m not going to lie, Rams, this is a very interesting night, so far.”
“So far, huh? Meaning there’s more to go?”
“Now you’re just getting ahead of yourself,” I said.
“And you’re trying to change the topic of conversation.”
“So what if I am?”
“Why though?”
“I get one night out, and I’m supposed to talk about being a mom? I’m not sure that’s what most guys want to hear about.”
“Well, it would only matter if it’s a date, right?” Ramsey asked.
“Oh, I get it. If it’s a date, you don’t talk about it. But if you’re sitting at the top of the cemetery in town, drinking a beer in the bed of a truck, then nothing is off limits.”
“See? Now you’re getting it.”
I stared at Ramsey.
At least what was being said set the line that wouldn’t get crossed. This wasn’t going to turn into a one-night stand. I wasn’t going to fool around with him in the bed of his truck. Or follow him to his place. Or invite him to my place. Which meant he could either finish his drink with me or find some lame excuse to get out of there pronto.
“So, back to this every other Saturday thing,” he said with a grin.
“No, no, no,” I said. “It’s your turn.”
“My turn for what?”
“To tell me something about you.”
“Oh, so we’re playing that game?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s teetering on becoming a date then.”
“Which means I don’t have to talk about being a mom anymore.”
“But that also means…” Ramsey shrugged his shoulders.
“Means what?” I asked.
He ignored me, instead throwing his bottle of beer back and taking a big drink.
“Means what?” I asked him again.
When he ignored me the second time, I decided I wasn’t going to play any games. So, I jumped from the bed of the truck and put my drink down.
It took Ramsey a split second to do the same and get in my way.
Now my back was to the bed of the truck and he towered over me, staring down at me in a way that probably should have made me want to knee him in the balls and walk away. Except Ramsey was nothing like the guy back at the bar. If Ramsey touched my arm, I wouldn’t cringe. I’d get goosebumps everywhere. Things would happen to my body…
“Don’t leave, darling,” he said.
“I don’t feel like playing the quiet game, Rams.”
“Fine,” he said.
He leaned in on me and I leaned back, gasping, my eyes going wide. I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead, he reached behind me and got my beer. He handed it to me, grinning, knowing exactly what he was doing.
“What I was going to say,” he whispered, “is if this becomes a date and you want to pretend you’re not a mom for the moment, that’s fine by me. But it also means I might steal a goodnight kiss from you. And if that happens, you’re going to want to see me again.”
What he said was almost cringeworthy, except it was coming from him. Which somehow made it super sexy. So much so that my lips tingled, wondering what it would feel like if he…
No, Jordyn. Not a chance in hell.
I reminded myself of what waited at home for me.
That was reality.
This right now was just a fantasy.
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Table of Contents
Foreword
Getting Over You
Prologue
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Epilogue
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