Good Girls Don't Date Rock Stars(70)

When everything was signed and paid for, the man said, “Last cabin, number thirteen. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna lock up for the night.”

They took the hint and hurried out of the door. Gemma couldn’t stop her hushed giggles as she asked, “Did you get the impression he was put out with us?”

“Probably don’t want to ask him for any extra towels or pillows,” Travis said.

When they reached the last cabin, Gemma waited until the door was shut before flinging herself into his arms. He caught her to him, lifting her up until their mouths were even, and kissed her. Her stomach fluttered as she remembered the last time they’d been in this cabin, and when she pulled away, she whispered, “I love you.”

His lips found hers, molding them to his as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. “I love you, too, Gem. I never stopped.”



GEMMA SNUCK BACK into the cabin with their breakfast, and smiling as Travis continued to snore. Setting the tray on the little round table in the corner, she tiptoed over to the edge of the bed, watching him for a moment more as he snored lightly.

Their night had been just as magical as the first time they’d made love; without the awkwardness of course, but still, it had been lovely. She only wished they didn’t have to leave.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she leaned over and kissed him below his chin. “Travis.”

“Yes, wife?”

She laughed in surprise and then squealed when he trapped her in his arms and rolled her onto her back.

“Got you.”

She ran her fingers across his shoulders and down his arms, teasing, “I did bring food, you know, but if you aren’t hungry . . .”

“I’m starving,” he said, nipping at her lip.

“I brought omelets with hash browns and biscuits,” she said, and then cracked up when his stomach growled loudly.

“Okay, food, and then I’m going to bring you right back here and have my way with you.”

She pulled down his head to kiss his lips and whispered, “Sounds like a plan to me.”


He had been as good as his word, and by two they’d finally gotten out of bed. They’d climbed into the sedan he’d rented for a day trip and driven down the road to go for a walk along the shore of Redfish Lake.

As they held each other, Travis said, “I was thinking about cutting back on my tour dates so I can spend more time at home.”

Home. Man, she liked the sound of that. But she was enjoying the love bubble in which they found themselves, far away from the worries and stresses of real life.

“Charlie and I would love that.”

“I still have to finish up this last leg, but it’s only through November. After that, I’ll see what I can work out with Big George. I really think we can make this work,” he said, stopping to pull her into his body.

“I hope so. Can you afford to do it?” She ran her hands up his arms and over his shoulders, giddy that they were making plans but still ignoring the little worm of worry that plagued her.

“Yeah, definitely. I’ve been thinking about slowing down for a while, I just never had a reason before,” he said, kissing her playfully. “Now I have two: you and Charlie.”

How did I get so lucky twice?

“When does the helicopter return?” she asked, playing with the bottom of his T-shirt.

“Six.”

“So we have roughly four hours left to enjoy this little mini honeymoon?” she asked as her hands splayed over his abs, traveling up under his shirt.

“Uh-huh.”

“How ’bout a swim?”

Catching him off balance, she pushed him backward into the lake, laughing as he landed on his butt. Of course, her laughter only lasted until he got back on his feet and came after her. She took off running with a squeal, but he caught her around the waist and dragged her in.

They romped and played, splashing and tackling each other. When he finally picked her up to carry her out of the water, she snuggled against his chest.

“Are we going back to the cabin?” she asked as he stepped over a log and started walking up the trail to the car.

“Yes, so I can exact my revenge.”

“Will I enjoy this revenge?” she asked teasingly.

“Probably.”

“I can’t wait.”





Chapter Twenty-Three




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LIPS ON THE back of Gemma’s neck woke her up Monday morning, and she murmured, “Hey.”

“Hey yourself. I seem to have tiny vermin nesting in my hair,” Travis said, amusement in his voice.

Turning a little, she saw Stormy curled up on his pillow, near the top of his head. “Aww, sweetheart, are you cuddling with Daddy?”

One pale eye opened and a loud purr rumbled from the little kitten.

“She’s vibrating.” Travis laughed, reaching up to pull the ball of fur down between them.

Gemma took Stormy from him and brought her against her chest. “There, isn’t that much better?”

“Now don’t let that cat get too comfortable,” Travis growled playfully, his hand creeping toward her chest.

Laughing, she slapped at his hand. “Man, you’re a lech.”