Love on a Dirt Road (The Roughneck Series Book 1) by Nicole Hart Read Free Book Online Page B

puking violently when I heard footsteps behind me.  I heard the sink running and felt a cool rag on my forehead. It felt good but I couldn't let him see me like this. I was so embarrassed.
      "Thank you" I whispered. "But can you please go in there? This is gross"
      "I've seen way worse baby, but yeah I'll leave you be. Holler if you need me"
      He was even sweet when I was disgusting. This was humiliating. Once my stomach was completely empty, I just put my head on the cool bathroom floor. I didn't have the energy to move. I needed to rest my eyes for just a minute.
      A while later I heard a light tap on the door.
      "Come in" I whispered.
      "Thought you might need this" Jase said as he handed me a Gatorade and Tylenol.
      "Thank you" I said as I took both of them out of his hand.
      He wet the washcloth again and wiped it across my forehead. I closed my eyes and let him run the rag over my face and down the back of my neck.
      "That feels good. Thank you Jase"
      "Anytime" He said
      "I'll be out in just a minute" I said "I just need to put myself together a little bit"
      Jase stood and kissed me on the top of the head.
      "Don't forget to brush your teeth" He said with a chuckle on his way out.
      I put my hand over my mouth and took in my breath. Ugh. He wasn't lying. God, he's never going to want to see me again. That was my first thought but I knew it wasn't true. So I pushed that notion aside and grabbed my toothbrush.
     
      A few minutes later I walked out of the bathroom to see Jase sitting in the lounge chair in my room. He had his hat pulled over his eyes and his hands propped behind his head. He looked so peaceful. My eyes went to his boots and camo jacket sitting in the corner. I totally forgot he was supposed to be hunting last night.
      "You slept on the floor all night?" I asked.
      He lifted his hat so he could look at me. "Wouldn't have been right to climb in bed with you while you were passed out. Besides I didn't want you to puke on me" There was that crooked smile of his.
      I walked over to my bed to lie down. The room was still a little tilted and I didn't think I could stand for much longer.
      "I'm awake now. Come here. I brushed my teeth." I said with a little giggle.
      Once I put my head on the pillow Jase was sliding in next to me. He gave me a little peck on the lips
      "Much better" He said.
      I buried my face in the pillow.
      "I'm just kiddin’ with ya" He said as he put his arm around my waist and scooted closer to me. Luckily he was the one moving so I could remain as still as possible.
      "What happened last night?" I asked.
      "You don't remember anything?" He asked just as there was a knock at my door.
      "You alive?" Sam said as she peeked her head in.
      "Barely" I said as I rolled over slowly to face her.
      "I think she blacked out" Jase told Sam.
      "Well I don't doubt it" She laughed.
      "Y'all I don't remember anything, drinking moonshine in the kitchen was the last thing I remember doing."
      "Damn girl. A lot happened." Sam said as she got comfortable in the chair Jase just got out of.
      "I'm a little nervous to hear it, but fill me in" I sighed.
      "Well after the douche left here yesterday, he didn't leave town. He went to The Canteen"
      The Canteen was the local bar where all the old timers spent their weekends. Sam's Uncle Jimmy was the bartender and heard all the town gossip. He was as bad the old women in this town.
      "Well Uncle Jimmy called me last night because he said some city slicker was getting hammered at the bar. He kept rambling about a girl named Lainey and the crazy bitch that pulled a gun on him.  Well of course it didn't take a genius for Uncle Jimmy to realize who he was talking about" She continued. "I had a feeling he would come back so I called Moon to come over and sit with us. You were drunk and feeling feisty so I didn't think I could handle it alone if there was trouble. Not without shooting the bastard