a moment
ago, she was in for a big I-told-you-so from Emma for letting Tucker get to her.
“Your sister said you flew here. From where?” Tucker was asking Becca a question,
so she couldn’t worry about Emma’s imminent lecture anymore.
“New York.”
Tuck nodded. “Yeah, I shoulda guessed that.”
“Why?” Her brows knit in a frown. She’d worked very hard to make sure she didn’t have
any sort of regional accent. She was certain she’d done a good job of keeping any
New York influence out of her speech.
“That wasn’t an insult, sweetheart. Just an observation. All the New Yorkers I’ve
known have a certain . . . way about them. I would have recognized it, if I wasn’t
too busy noticing other things, I suppose.”
“Oh, really? You get a lot of New Yorkers in this part of Oklahoma?”
“No, not so much. But I do know a few folks who weren’t born in this state. You know,
one or two.” Grinning, Tucker continued on, either oblivious to or just plain ignoring
how she had reacted to his comment. “So, how long you here for?”
“We leave tomorrow.” Emma, suddenly back in the conversation with Becca and Tucker,
answered for them both.
“Really? Well now, that’s a real shame. I guess we better make the most of tonight
then. Don’t you think, Tuck?” Jace asked his friend.
“I guess so.” Tucker tipped his head in agreement and took another sip of his soda,
but his attention never left Becca as his gaze held hers over the rim of his cup.
“I agree. We definitely should.” Emma shot Becca a look heavily laden with suggestion,
which she tried her best to ignore.
“There are some good bars around here. Some of them have live music on weekends. How
would you ladies like to go out after we’re done here? Maybe you’ll get to experience
a real live Oklahoma honky-tonk while you’re here.”
“We’d love to go out afterward.” Once again, Emma answered for them both.
“You up for that?” Tucker looked specifically at Becca, making direct eye contact.
The problem wasn’t Tucker. It was her. She’d been miserable and monogamous for so
long, she was afraid she’d forgotten how to let loose and have fun. If she’d ever
really known how to begin with. Looking at Tucker, she realized he was the perfect
guy to relearn with.
She swallowed hard and gave in to temptation. “Okay.”
“Good.” He smiled wide. His eyes twinkling beneath the brim of his hat captured hers
and made her heart beat faster. She could picture those eyes holding her in their
trance as he leaned in for a kiss . . . or more.
Damn. She was in big trouble. She and Tucker could have one hell of a crazy night
together. The kind of memories that would last her a lifetime. Then she could fly
home and never see him again.
This plan wasn’t like her at all. She didn’t do one-night stands, but right now, after
all she’d been through recently with Jerry and the job loss, the idea of throwing
caution to the wind in favor of some mind-numbing fun seemed a little too tempting
to pass up.
Becca took another long swallow of beer. She needed all the courage she could get.
“Another?” Tuck’s gaze dropped to the increasingly low level of the beer in her cup.
“Um.” Oh, what the hell. She nodded. “Sure. Thank you.”
Chapter Five
“Y ou like her.”
“What? Who?” Tuck stoically did not respond to Jace’s question. Instead he kept his
gaze on the concession stand attendant as the kid poured two more beers.
“You know damn well who. So how we gonna work this?”
“Work what?” This time Tuck wasn’t playing dumb, but knowing his friend, he was almost
afraid to find out what Jace was talking about.
“Getting them alone. They must have a hotel room nearby since they’re not local, but
I’m thinking they’re most likely sharing one room. So one of us is going to need to
get another room.”
“I think you need to slow down and not put the
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