Unbreak My Heart (Rough Riders Legacy #1)(83)

“Raj drove me. We left right after your dad called. He wanted to make sure I knew—”

“Gavin called you?” my mom interrupted.

Boone stood straight. Shoulders back, his big body facing the threat. Every inch of him a soldier. He flicked a dismissive glance at her. “Don’t interrupt me again. I don’t give a damn who you are. You’re just being rude.”

“Now you know where Sierra gets it,” she shot back.

Oh no she didn’t.

And Mom just kept poking his buttons. “How do you know Gavin?”

“I’ve known him for years. But you don’t have a clue who I am, do you? So what does that say about you?” He glared at her. “Oh, so now you’re not going to interrupt me when I ask you a direct question?”

I choked back a laugh.

“It says that what’s going on in your daughter’s life doesn’t matter to you. Guess what? It matters to Gavin. And it matters to me. So I won’t bother introducing myself.”

He threaded his fingers through mine and led me away.





“You’re my hero, Boone. Seriously.”

Gavin Daniels was my hero for putting up with Sierra’s bitch of a mother and managing to raise such a beautiful, caring, smart, kind daughter.

Christ, that woman was a nasty piece of work.

“The only thing that would’ve made it better? If you’d marched in wearing your army uniform.”

Sierra actually swooned against me.

Or maybe the whiskey had kicked in.

“But then she would’ve known your name, right? Because you’re labeled with it on the front.”

“Yes, there’s a name patch on the right side of my uniform. My rank is on the left side and both sleeves.” I stopped for a moment and scanned the area. It seemed every other car in this parking lot was a Mercedes. I pressed the horn alarm on her key fob to save time.

She’d parked in the back row as far from the building as possible.

That was telling.

I let the horn blare and didn’t care if it was a dick move. The golfers teeing off at the first hole could deal with it for another minute. Although I could admit disappointment a Quiet, please sign didn’t pop up over the perfectly manicured hedge.

Sierra laughed. “I have to use the horn button thingy all the time. I never remember where I park, especially in parking garages. I mean, who pays attention to that stuff?”

“You should always be aware of your surroundings.”

“Says army soldier guy who always checks the perimeter. Amirite?” She bumped her hip into mine and stumbled.

I caught her around the waist. “Careful.”

She twined her arms around my neck. “You are ridiculously hot. I could stare at your beautiful face forever.”

Good to know my girl was a sweet drunk. I kissed her smiling lips. “I hope so.”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“Sure.”

“My feet hurt and I think I have blisters. I hate these stupid, ugly shoes. My mom bought them for me as a peace offering and she didn’t even notice I was wearing them today. So I’m in pain for nothing.”

“Hang on.” I leaned down far enough to hook my right arm behind her knees. I lifted her up, cradling her to my chest. “This’ll save you a few steps.”

Sierra buried her face in my neck. “You really are my hero, Boone West.”

I set her on her feet beside the car to open the passenger door.

“Just a sec.” She clutched my arm while she removed her shoes. Then she pulled back and let one shoe fly, quickly followed by the other. They landed on the blacktop with a muffled thump.

Except she was drunk and had lousy aim so the shoes didn’t go far.

She dusted her hands together. “There. Now I feel better.”

I was trying really hard not to laugh. Not only was my girl a sweet drunk, she was a funny drunk.

She stepped around me and hopped into the seat. “Oh. And make sure you run over them when we leave. At least twice.”

I did laugh at that. I climbed in the driver’s side and had to move the seat back first thing. How could Sierra drive crammed up under the steering wheel?

And then Sierra was crammed against the steering wheel and me because she’d crawled onto my lap. “Hi.”

“Uh. Hi. What are you doing?”

“Seducing you.” She hit the lever that lowered the back of the seat to the horizontal position.

Fuck. She’d hiked her dress to her hips, exposing those smooth thighs I loved to be between. My hands immediately sought contact with her skin.

Warm lips landed on mine. I could detect the flavor of whiskey. I got the full taste of it when Sierra shoved her tongue past my teeth.

Stop this. Pull back.

Easier said than done when the woman was pulling out all the stops. Her hands gripping my hair. That hungry mouth feeding me hot, wet, deep kisses. Her lithe body writhing on mine. Then she started that teasing pelvis roll that drove me crazy.

She backed up to get a better angle and her ass bumped into the horn. She broke the kiss with a laugh. “Oops.”

But that allowed me to regain my senses. “We can’t do this.”

“Yes we can. I’ve wanted to do it in a car with you since I was sixteen. Just give in to the moment. I’m on top. I’ll do all the work.”