One Week in Maine by Shayna Ryan Read Free Book Online Page A

excruciatingly boring so I’d take any diversion offered, including going to meet Will’s girlfriend. Besides, I was curious to meet the woman who had landed a man like him.
    I heard the front door close and heavy tread on the steps.
    “Hey!” I greeted him as I stepped out of my room.
    “Hey.” He removed his warden hat and ran his fingers through his dark hair. “You still want to join me on an errand or two this afternoon?”
    “You bet!” To my own ears I sounded overly eager, and I wanted to cringe with embarrassment but instead I consoled myself that maybe I didn’t sound as desperate as I feared. At least I hoped not.
    “I need a shower and then we’l l get a bite to eat, okay?” I nodded agreeably. “Have you seen Dottie today?”
    “I looked in on her when I got up not too long ago, and she was asleep.”
    “All right, that’s not unusual at this time of day. I’ll check in on her again before we go. Give me a few.”
    “No problem.” The small smile he gave me as he moved past me in the hallway on the way to his room made me look forward to our afternoon together even more–until I remembered his girlfriend.
    I waited in my room and tried to get into the book I had brought with me but it was impossible to stay focused on it. My excitement about spending time with Will quickly turned to anger. Why, after all these months without a man in my life, did the perfect one have to fall into my lap when I couldn’t do a darn thing about it? He was drop-dead gorgeous, considerate, responsible and sweet…and he lived in the middle of nowhere and was already taken. It felt like one more slap in the face on this miserable trip.
    If it weren’t for Janie, maybe things would be different. While I’d never been one for casual sex, Will could have been the exception. We might have shared a week of crazy, passionate sex, our own little contained affair with no strings attached, if not for his girlfriend. My mind wandered off into thoughts of hot, wild sex with Will night after night that ended when my SUV was fixed and I went back to Hartford. No fuss, no muss, and no one would ever be the wiser about my wild fling with a hot game warden from Maine. It was a crazy idea. While not a prude, I had never been one to do anything so spontaneous. I didn’t have sex with men I wasn’t committed to, but I think I could have overlooked that to have Will in my bed. Since he had a girlfriend, my fantasy would never come to life, but it was still enjoyable to daydream about it anyway.
    “How about we grab some lunch at Ginger’s?”
    I had been so distracted by my fantasies about bedding Will that I hadn’t even heard him in my doorway until he spoke. He looked delicious with his damp hair and his flannel button down shirt and jeans. I quickly averted my eyes, worried he might see the lustful thoughts behind them if I met his gaze.
    “Yeah, um, sure.” I rose off the bed and crossed the room to meet him but continued to avoid his gaze. I followed him out of the Inn, and out in the driveway, he opened the truck door for me.
    “Sorry it’s not nearly as nice as your car, but the Big Blue Beast’ s all I got,” he joked as I climbed into the ancient, beat up truck.
    “It’s fine, really.” To my relief the seatbelt appeared to be in good working order. Based on the condition of the rest of the truck, it wasn’t a given.
    The engine sputtered noisily to life, and Will offered me a smile. “Ready?”
    “Ready. But where are we going, anyway?” He still hadn’t explained this mysterious errand to me.
    “You’ll see,” he answered cryptically.
    It only took a moment to reach downtown, and Will parked the truck in front of the café. Even though I would have preferred to never set foot in there again, I would endure the stares from the locals again if he was by my side.
    “ Hey, look who’s back!” Ginger proclaimed loudly when I walked into the café. Once again all conversation ceased and all eyes were