The Game of Love: (BWWM Romance) by K. Alex Walker Read Free Book Online Page B

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    “Yes, but please call me Austin and this is my girlfriend, Sommer. I called earlier about spending the weekend. I talked to your granddaughter, and she said that even though it was short notice, she could help us out.”
    Sommer’s stomach quivered at the word “girlfriend.” In the past six weeks, they’d never mentioned having any titles or had any talk about a relationship, but she never pressed the issue since she knew their romance would be short-lived with him living in a different state. Once he was gone, it would end, and she’d spent more than one night preparing herself for when that would happen. She figured that he’d probably only used the girlfriend title since many of the elderly owners of the bed-and-breakfasts in the area often did their best to deter one-night standers. It was even more common to find those who preferred that only married couples slept between their sheets.
    “Yes. My granddaughter, Faye,” the woman responded. “I’m Rose Westwood. My husband and I have owned this place for years. Decided to turn it into a bed and breakfast when the kids moved out. Was the best decision we ever made.”
    She turned around and waved for them to follow her , and then stopped at the bottom of the steps leading up to the porch. “No bags?”
    Austin snapped his fingers. “Yes. One minute while I—”
    “No need,” Rose reassured. “We have a service for that. Someone will bring them up. The two of you look tired. Let me show you where you will be staying.”
    Austin took Sommer’s hand, a gesture that she’d fallen in love with, and followed Rose into the house and up a long, carpeted stairwell. As they walked past the windows, they noticed a covered pavilion out back, a secluded hot tub and several acres of lush greenery.
    “Your room,” Rose announced, pushing open a set of doors at the end of the hallway. A massive four-poster king-sized bed in the middle of the room commanded the most attention, its mahogany posts stretching nearly as high as the ceiling, an d a padded window seat ran the length of the wall furthest from the bed. The furniture was antique but well-cared for, from the checkered drapes hanging from the windows to the beaded gray wingback chairs and matching ottoman. An open bathroom door revealed rose petals lining an oversized Jacuzzi tub, and when Rose caught Sommer’s wide-eyed fascination at the romantic set-up, she chuckled. 
    “Young love, I tell you,” was all that she said before touching Austin briefly on the forearm and exiting.
    Sommer walked to the window and peered out to find more greenery that stretched farther than she could see, and hammocks set up between sturdy oak trees just off of the east corner.
    “Do you like it?” Austin asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind and placing a kiss on her cheek.
    “I love it,” she replied. “It’s more than I expected.”
    He placed another kiss against her cheek. “I told you that I wanted us to spend the weekend together. What did you have in mind?”
    “I don’t know,” she answered with a shrug. “A quickie in the lot behind the hardware store or on the swings at Flatwoods?”
    Austin spun her around and pressed her back against the window. “What am I going to do with you, woman?”
    He smoothed her hair away from her face and studied her features. The way he stared, it was as though nothing else mattered at that precise moment except her presence in front of him. And it wasn’t that Sommer didn’t think that he was somewhat smitten with her. All the time that they’d spent together had proven that he at least was to some degree. However, she knew that his feelings didn’t run as deep as the ones she felt. It had even surprised her when she realized how she felt, as she didn’t think her years of juvenile infatuation would have amounted to anything. Yet, whenever they sat, talked and laughed, she never noticed the hours passing by. Then, their chemistry was so apparent