Their Ex's Redrock Two by Shirl Anders Read Free Book Online

beyond it. “Helps on a
vacation,” he said over his shoulder.
    Then
Tess went to grab a beer, and sit just right, so she could watch Finn bringing
in her things. It was a very nice event, she thought, wishing she could see
more of his tattoos and where they went under his shirt.
    After
Finn finished bringing all her stuff in, there commenced the kickback-with-Finn-time,
while drinking beer on an empty stomach. Which led to telling deep secrets on
both sides … which surprised her that Finn let her in.
    “She
didn’t make it twenty minutes,” Finn said of his wife doing another man right
there at her husband’s dive motel. “That woman’s frigid.”
    Tess
leaned against his shoulder — they were sitting side by side on the small couch
with their feet up on the center table. Her knees were bent up, his stretched
out and crossed at the ankle.
    “Sorry,”
she murmured. “They should make that a marriage vow, ‘must faithfully give sex
to your partner until death do you part.’”
    Finn’s
big hand, knuckle side, found the side of her hip for a light touch and she
realized she was sitting with her legs up, skirt on. Oops. At least no one had
come in to rent a room. Immediately, she put her legs down.
    “Damn, I
almost got to see what color panties.”
    She did
blush then, with her gaze swinging to Finn, he looked very interested. “Finn,
I’m not ready...” No, that wasn’t it. “Finn, I can’t right …” Nope. “Finn,
I...”
    “Babe,”
he said, stopping her. “I’m getting you’re being jerked around and your head’s
messed up. Just want to get my bid in there.” Her eyes widened as heat spread
through her. “But, Chiquita, you keep looking at me like that ... I might have
to take a kiss to taste.”
    Now her
lips parted as she tried to not look at him like that, while really wondering
what it would be like to kiss him.
    “Damn
it,” he cussed with a low rumble, looking over her face, then he abruptly sat
forward, putting his forearms on his knees. “Not taking advantage, man,” he
muttered. He turned to look at her from that vantage point. “What happened to
Vincent?” he asked, and it was like a command.
    She
shook her head. “Can’t talk about it.”
    “He dropped
you this quick,” he hissed, and anger sparked in his green eyes.
    She
finally dragged her gaze from his, not saying anything.
    “I’m
getting you some pizza,” he finally said.
    That was
good, she needed to eat before she got really drunk and told him everything or
worse slept with him. But Finn didn’t make a move after that. He made it clear
he was interested, when or if she was ready, then he told her he was closing
the office and getting some shut eye.
    They
stood by the lobby door, which Finn was going to leave from and lock behind
him, then she was going to turn and walk to her room. For the first time.
    “With
the lights out and the office closed everything should be cool for you,” Finn
said.
    “Thanks
for the beer and pizza,” she said.
    “God
you're pretty,” he muttered, then he looked as if he was going to come toward
her, but forced himself back a step.
    She
stepped back too, thinking she should run. Then he said the most amazing thing.
“I’ll be in room two if you need me.”
    Before she
could exclaim in amazement, he shut the door and put the key in it, lifting his
chin for her to go and put the lights out like he’d shown her. She moved kind
of in a daze, wondering if he always stayed in room two like that. But she
found her answer soon enough when she got to her room that dead ended in the
hall behind the desk …. Finn had given her his room .
    “Ohmylord,”
Tess whispered, looking around the room. It was clean, the bed looked fresh and
there were clean towels out. However the obvious not motel furniture, motorcycle
posters still on the wall, and the sign on one closed closet door that read,
“O’Neil’s Locked Storage,” clued her in.
    There
were other small signs that she’d taken