I opened my mouth to ask her what the fuck she wanted when I noticed what she was wearing and the cart full of cleaning supplies, clean towels, and linens beside her. What the fuck? Why was she working in a hotel in Gainesville? She didn’t have a car to drive this far.

  “Are you coming back?” the woman in my room called out.

  I’d forgotten about her and the sheet around my waist.

  “What are you doing here?” I blurted out, my headache now back with a vengeance.

  Haisley’s almond-shaped violet eyes, which had almost fucking ruined me, dropped to the floor. “I’ll come back later,” she mumbled and started to push the cart.

  Let her go, Saxon, I told myself.

  Then, I stepped out and grabbed her arm. “What are you doing here, Haisley?” I snapped at her.

  I hated that she was here. That she was making me look at her. Reminding me how fucking gorgeous she was. She was the one who’d completely shut me out.

  She turned back to me. “Working. I didn’t know.” She swallowed hard. “I wasn’t expecting to see you. Here. In there. I mean …”

  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, which caused her tits to move, drawing my attention to them stretching the cheap fabric of her uniform. Had they gotten bigger, or was it just that her clothes didn’t fit right?

  “This is where I work.”

  I lifted my gaze from her boobs and back to her eyes, and it felt like someone had kicked me in the chest. Dammit, her eyes were powerful. And I knew exactly how sweet she tasted. It still haunted my dreams.

  “Sax, what is taking so long?” the woman from inside my room asked.

  The way Haisley’s face paled as she looked past me, I knew the pro cocksucker was at the door behind me. Probably still naked. Fuck. Whatever. It didn’t matter. Haisley was the one who had dropped me like a fucking rock.

  “I’m coming,” I said, tearing my eyes off the one girl I wished I’d never met, but couldn’t get out of my damn head.

  Turning around, I walked back inside, shutting the door hard behind me.

  “You know her?” she asked me.

  “Not anymore,” I replied.

  Acknowledgments

  Those who are making my insane publishing schedule this year happen:

  Britt is always the first I mention because he makes it possible for me to close myself away and write for endless hours a day. Without him, I wouldn’t get any sleep, and I doubt I could finish a book.

  Emerson, for dealing with the fact that I must write some days and she can’t have my full attention. I’ll admit, there were several times she did not understand, and I might have told my six-year-old, “You’re not making it in my acknowledgments this time!” to which she did not care. Although she does believe she is famous after attending some signings with me. But that is not my fault. I blame the readers ;)

  My older children, who live in other states, were great about me not being able to answer their calls most of the time and waiting until I could get back to them. They still love me and understand this part of Mom’s world.

  My editor, Jovana Shirley at Unforeseen Editing, for always working with my crazy schedules and making my stories the best they can be. This summer she has gone above and beyond with this crazy schedule of mine and the fall it doesn’t slow down.

  My formatter, Melissa Stevens at The Illustrated Author. She makes my books beautiful inside. Her work is hands down the best formatting I’ve ever had in my books. I am always excited to see what she does with each one.

  Beta readers, who come through every time: Jerilyn Martinez, and Vicci Kaighan. I love y’all!

  Damonza, for my book cover. The book covers just seem to be getting better! I love finding the perfect guy for the cover. It brings my characters to life for me.

  Abbi’s Army, for being my support and cheering me on. I love y’all!

  My readers, for allowing me to write books. Without you, this wouldn’t be possible.

 

 

  Abbi Glines, Whiskey Smoke

 

 

  Thank you for reading books on GrayCity.Net
Share this book with friends