CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
GRAYSON
I guide Kenzie out to my truck with the taste of her still lingering on my lips.
Fuck, that was the hottest moment of my life, and I’ll be riding that high till the day I die. As much as I wanted to bring her to my room and treat her right, I had to get us out of there before we missed everything I planned.
“You made us leave so we could come to the B&B?” She glances out the window, then flashes me a confused look. “Where my father works?” she adds, and I chuckle at her unamused expression.
“Gimme a little credit.” I hop out of the truck and walk around to her side, opening the door. “Just trust me.”
I extend my hand out, and Kenzie takes it. Then I lead her around the back of the B&B to the steps.
“Where are we going?” She furrows her brows as we climb up.
