About That Night: Reckless, #1
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He's my longtime crush. My best friend. The guy I thought would stay in my life forever. Rhys Miles. Inky jet-black hair. Intense hazel eyes. Sexy. Reckless. Willowbrook's very own homegrown supercross star. He was everything to me until two defining moments drove us apart.
When he returns home for his grandmother's funeral and a snowstorm blows in, keeping him in town longer than he likes to stick around, I grab at my chance to get back what we lost and possibly more. But are we ready to talk about that night?
Previously published title: If Only
Ashlyn Mathews
Ashlyn Mathews is a registered nurse with an overactive imagination. Her interests and activities include taking a lot of pictures of her golden retrievers and flowers and posting them on social media (occasionally she’ll post pictures of her kids and hubby), binge-watching funny and romantic Netflix shows, reading books and magazines of various genres, eating a lot of carbs, and drinking A LOT of coffee. Hot, iced, blended… it doesn’t matter as long as it has coffee. For more on her romance series, visit ashlynmathews.com.
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About That Night - Ashlyn Mathews
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Asa
Afuneral is the worst place for a reunion.
Under my umbrella, I keep my head lowered, otherwise I’ll stare at the guy standing in front of the casket. Beneath his black suit, his shoulders droop. Chilly rain falls, and I am not sure if he keeps his gaze downcast to shield his face or to hide his grief.
Rhys Miles. The guy that hurt me with an insensitive comment during one of the most memorable nights of my life, and a guy I had hurt in return with my own cutting words.
The minister says a final prayer, and, in unison with the other mourners, I whisper, Amen.
Giving the casket a final glance, I hurry away. Unfortunately, I’m not quick enough.
You weren’t invited, Asa.
Harsh and gruff, his tone. And he’s right. I wasn’t. I take a deep breath and face the guy that had meant more to me than the good friend he used to be.
I have every right to be here. I loved your grandmother, and she cared about me.
Unlike the other mourners who came prepared with an umbrella in hand, Rhys isn’t minding the rain. He shoves his hands in his pants pockets and lifts his face to the sky.
Water drips off his hair and slides down his face, drawing my attention to the drops clinging to his dark and wild lashes, his hazel eyes when he blinks, and the stern line of his mouth as he peers at me.
Intense. Searching. I tear my gaze from his and stare at my rust-colored boots. If things were different between us, I’d wrap my arms around him, pull him close, and settle my head on the spot over his heart. But our situation is still the same as it has been for the past year. He avoids me. I try forgetting him. It hasn’t been easy.
After more silence, he yanks his hands from his pockets and leans in close with his arms crossed, avoiding any possibility of us touching.
You might’ve been Jo’s neighbor, and yeah, she might’ve loved you like you were her own flesh and blood, but she damn well knew how I feel about you.
How I feel about you. His last words whisper hot on my forehead. Jo might have caught on to why her grandson disliked and avoided me whenever he was in town, but she never brought up the touchy topic of Rhys with me.
My condolences,
I murmur. Rose told me what happened. I’m glad she didn’t suffer.
Jo had a heart attack in her sleep.
Through the smell of wet dirt and cool rain, I catch a trace of Rhys’s scent. Crisp. Earthy. Undeniably masculine. I inhale a quiet breath and brand his scent into my memory. We haven’t been this close since we slept together at a party a year ago.
Dark room. Ragged breathing. Heat dancing across my skin as his large body pressed into mine. Muscular arms cocooning me in place. My hair fisted in his hand. My head tipped up to meet the demands of his mouth.
The memory is vivid, and my gaze strays to the hollow at the base of his throat, lingering on a spot I’d flicked my tongue over. The salty taste of him from our lovemaking is still embedded deep in my memory.
I’m sorry, Rhys.
My voice cuts through the silence.
I’m sorry your grandmother is gone. Sorry I messed up our friendship. I want to tell you the reason I said those hurtful words on the most God-awful day of my life, but I can’t. You’ll hate me more than you hate me now.
Without another word, he barges past me. Did our proximity affect him as much as it did me?
In the quiet and solitude of the cemetery, the noise of an engine and the popping of a muffler has me turning. Rhys drives off in Jo’s pickup truck and doesn’t spare me a glance. His open rejection slices through me. But what was I expecting would happen, showing up uninvited to the private celebration of Jo’s life?
My chest aching, I make my way home on a dirt path flanked by tall grass. Along the way, I try not to think about Rhys. There’ll be plenty of time for that.
Fifteen minutes later, two houses come into view. Jo’s pickup truck is parked in the driveway separating our places. Passing by Jo’s to get to my small house, I see Rhys standing in front of the big picture window. He looks relaxed, having changed into a pair of low-hung jeans and a black T-shirt that hugs the places I like on a guy.
Those wide shoulders. Guns for arms. Tapered waist. Thick thighs.
I groan. Why does he have to look so sexy and dry to boot?
He notices me eyeing him and lifts a brow. I stare back. A guy shouldn’t have to-die-for perfect brows or wild, long lashes. And he shouldn’t be staring so hard and with such heat in his eyes at a woman he dislikes.
The way he’s looking at me confuses and turns me on. Squirming beneath his blistering gaze, I tuck my hair behind my ear. He follows my movement. My fingers tremble, and it’s not from the cold. I lick my lips that are chapped from the wind and the cold. His gaze lingers on my mouth, and my heartbeat kicks up extra beats.
I trip over my feet, having stared for too long. Grumbling under my breath, I catch myself before I can faceplant. Darn him for affecting me with a scorching look alone.
Well, I’ll show him he isn’t all that. I straighten to my full height of five feet three inches, pull back my shoulders, and tip my chin upward. One foot in front of the other, I march to my place, fully capable of walking, thank you very much.
Almost there. The spot between my shoulder blades tingles, his eyes boring into me. A few more steps and I’ll be out of his line of sight.
Just my luck, the wind and rain pick up. My umbrella tilts back, leaving it inside out. Torrential rain drenches my clothes and strands of my long hair whip into my eyes and plaster across my face. I struggle against the wind and fight with the umbrella. The wind and the umbrella aren’t having