Page 8 of My Three Hometown Alphas

Oh shit.My fumbling fingers press the button to roll down the window.

“Will?” she asks, sliding her aviators up to the top of her head.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.The video call did not do her justice. She’s stunning.

I thought she was beautiful then, even if she was completely off limits. Now with her only a few feet away, I’ve apparently lost the ability to formulate a sentence.

She rests her forearms on the window frame, leaning into the truck a little. “Please tell me you’re the right guy or this is going to be really embarrassing,” she says with a quirk to her lips.

I blink a few times, shaking my head. “Yeah, sorry. I’m Will.”

Snapping back to reality, I get out of the truck and make my way over to where she’s standing on the sidewalk. I hold my hand out toward her.

“Hi, Avery.”

She slides her hand into mine, giving it a firm shake. Her skin is soft against mine.

“Hi, Will,” she says.

She reaches for her suitcase, but I grab it from her. Ignoring her protests, I slide it into the back seat before circling the hood and hopping behind the wheel.

“Ready?” I ask, peeking at her as she clicks her seatbelt into place.

She gives me a smile that’s a little sweet and a whole lot of trouble. “Ready.”

Goddammit.I feel like I’m going to get far more than I bargained for this summer.

CHAPTER TWO

Avery

“Doyou need to stop for anything before we head out of town?” Will asks. “It’ll take us a couple of hours to get to Aspen Springs from here.”

Right.The town in the middle of nowhere that I’ve never seen other than in pictures I looked up online, where I agreed to nanny an eight-year-old girl for the summer.

I needed to get out of Texas, though. I couldn’t be there anymore.

Nope. Not another week, day, hour, or minute.

With my final session of classes for my master’s degree being online this summer, I had the freedom to leave. Without my dad, nothing is tying me to Austin anymore.

“Avery,” Will says in his deep voice that’s way to sexy for his own good, much like the rest of his handsome-as-fuck self.

I turn toward him. “No, I’m good.”

He nods once, keeping his eyes trained on the road.

I can’t help but sneak a glance at the tendons in his arm. They’re straining against the fabric of his flannel that’s rolled up just below his elbow.

Growing up in Texas, you’d think I’d be immune to the rugged, manly look. Sadly, I’m not because Will is making all thegirly bits of me come alive that really should be dormant in the presence of my boss.

As soon as I saw him hop out of his truck at the airport, I knew I was screwed. I’ve always had a thing for guys who are older than me, and man if Will didn’t fit that box to a tee.

There’s the slightest hint of salt and pepper speckled into his facial hair. Pair that with his clearly muscular build, and you have a drool-worthy combination. At least in my book.

There’s no way other women aren’t all over this man, though. He’s hot.Period. End of Sentence.

He does a double-take, catching me staring at him when he glances in my direction. His grip on the steering wheel tightens even more, making his defined muscles even harder to miss.