right journey. He had a successful career, good looks, and a carefree
lifestyle. One conversation changed Tristan’s way of thinking forever as his
father presented him with a bottle, representing his journey and forcing
unwanted thoughts of a lasting relationship to the surface. Running from the
fear of commitment, he pushed away the only woman he ever had feelings for and
turned to the one girl he knew he didn’t love.
to Texas and concentrating on the success of her own company, she had her life
almost where she wanted it. One thing was missing though…love. She thought she
had found love with Tristan until he casted her aside.
push him from her heart, even if it means being with a man she doesn’t love.
of life can cause unexpected turns, altering the planned course. Will Tristan
and Ryn’s bottle be tossed about, lost in the rocky waves of life? Or will calm
seas prevail to help Tristan and Ryn finally find their journey of
Lifting his eyebrow, he said, “Maybe we should draw straws.”
Giggling, I stood up. “Do we have straws?”
Glancing back toward the house, Tristan said, “If we do I have no idea where they would be.”
“Rock, paper, scissor?”
Tristan jumped. “Yes! I love that game.”
Tristan and I prepared our fists. “Ready?” I asked.
Tristan nodded his head as he adjusted his body and got ready to play. “Ready.”
“One, two, three, show!”
I had rock, Tristan had paper. Doing a fist pump he shouted, “Yes!”
Rolling my eyes, I started counting. “One, two, three, show!”
I had scissor and Tristan had paper. “Fuck! I fucking hate paper.”
Chuckling, I said, “You won the first round with paper. How can you say you hate paper?”
“Just count, Ryn!”
Snarling my lip up at him, I said, “Gesh, man oh man. You really want to go first.”
Looking at me with a frustrated look, he whispered, “Count.”
“Fine! One, two, three … show!”
I had rock and Tristan had scissors. I started jumping and yelling out, “I won! I won! Woohoo I won!”
Tristan glared at me. “Really, Ryn? What are you five?”
My mouth gaped open and I couldn’t help but smile at the pathetic face he was making. “Oh. My. Gosh. You sore loser you. I didn’t say that when you were all fist pumping your freaking paper win.”
Dropping back into the seat, Tristan crossed his arms and pouted. Oh dear lord. If that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. This man … the one who has a room filled with sex toys … is pouting because he lost at rock, paper, scissor.
a knack for making her laugh almost daily and supports her crazy ideas and
dreams for some unknown reason…he claims it’s because he loves her!
asking for something to eat while her fingers move like mad on her cell phone
sending out what is sure to be another very important text message.
overlooking the Texas hill country and write.
property with Gus….her chocolate lab and the other man in her life, and Rose,
her golden retriever. When Kelly is not outside helping the hubby haul brush,
move rocks or whatever fun chore he has in store for her that day, you’ll find
her inside reading, writing or watching HGTV.
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