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He shrugs. “Eh. Whatever. I’m fine. I have stall duty for a while for my fuck up, but it could be worse. We messaged back and forth last night.”
I nod and look around. “Where’s Tristan?”
“Last I saw, he was by the pond. He might still be there, but dinner will be soon, so he might be coming back now.”
I incline my chin to the cute boy with blond hair at the table who’s still looking at me. “Who’s that?”
“Russ or something, and his sister is Reina. They flew in from England.”
That piques my interest. “England, huh? That’s cool.”
Wet, strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me close to him.Tristan. I sigh in relief, but he lets me go all too soon. I want to kiss him, but I know my dad is probably watching, and I don’t want to get him in trouble.
“I missed you today,” he says, keeping his voice low.
“I missed you, too.” I tuck some loose hair behind my ear.
“Did you have fun?”
I smile up at him. “I did, actually. I’ll have to tell you about it tonight while we look at the stars.”
“It’s a date.”
* * *
Dinner is simple, burgers and hot dogs, and the ride out to the field is easy. Tristan sits next to me in the back, along with the rest of the guests. We carry on a quiet conversation together, and he promises me we’ll find a dark corner to be alone for a few minutes.
A few minutes later, we make it to the open area. A fire is already going, and ingredients for s’mores are laid out on a large table. It’s amazing how this family is able to do all this and make it seem effortless. Tristan holds my waist, and I rest my hands on his shoulders as I slide down his body out of the back of the truck. He moans quietly.
“Thanks for the help, cowboy.”
He helps the rest of the guests out, and we all mill around. He takes my hand and pulls me with him away from the crowd. The sun is still above the horizon, but it’s getting darker by the minute, and I’m dying for him to kiss me. We stop by a large tree and sit down, hidden by the wide trunk.
My lips are on his in an instant. The kiss his desperate and needy, and the way he kisses me back displays the same need. His hands roam over my curves as I thread my fingers in his hair and pull him closer to me. I need more than he’s giving me—more than we can give each other in this moment.
I moan into his kiss and rub against him. Someone clears their throat, and I jump out of my skin. We break apart, and I wipe my mouth. My heart pounds loud, expecting to see my dad. When I look up, I see the boy from today. The one from England.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt.” He smirks.Yes, he did. He totally meant to interrupt.“I wanted to introduce myself to you. My name is Russell Carrington. Russ for short.” His accent is thick and envelops me like a blanket. I’ve always been a sucker for accents.
Tristan looks irritated at the interruption, but I stand and extend my hand to him for a shake. “Lana Robinson. I’m sure you’ve already met Tristan Ellis. His family owns the ranch.”
“Yes, we’ve met. I saw you when you came in today.”
I nod as Tristan stands beside me, taking my hand in his. Both men stare at one another, and when Russ glances down at our conjoined hands, he sighs.
“I’ll see you later. Maybe we can get to know one another while I’m here.”
I smile and nod then he walks away, leaving the two of us alone. I want to continue kissing Tristan. The air around us has changed though, and I feel the tension rolling off him. I sigh and lead us back to the group of people for s’mores.
Chapter 22
Tristan
She’s mine, asshole. That’s what I wanted to yell at Russ and his stupid British accent. I saw the way she smiled at him, but I won’t let her go without a fight.
Fucking A. She’s not mine!The realization hits, and I feel like such an idiot. I’m supposed to be showing her how to mess around with someone. That’s. It. We aren’t dating. We aren’t a couple. Hell, there aren’t supposed to be feelings involved with this.
But there are.