Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
She gasps, and her mouth falls open. “Fine, but we both know you’ll be crawling back to me at the next circuit. We’re explosive together, and you know it.”
She leans up and presses a kiss to my lips, and I jerk away. It all happened so fast, and as Karla walks away, I’m wiping my mouth as I turn around to look where Charlie and Faith were standing. She saw. Faith saw Karla’s little scene. Even from here, I can tell she’s not happy. Charlie is talking to some cowboy, and Faith is watching me with a pained expression. Her face is pale and drawn. I want to talk to her and try to explain, but Charlie grabs her attention, and I’m left standing here, trying to figure out what to do.
I can’t fix anything with Charlie around. I need to talk to Faith, but I’m going to have to do it without her father here.
Reluctantly, I walk out of the arena because I know if I don’t, I’m going to make a scene, and Faith and her father could end up hating me for it.
CHAPTER 12
FAITH
I haven’t eaten all day, so I stop at a food stand and order a hamburger. I’m trying to act normal when on the inside, my heart is breaking in two. I should have known that Dixon gets around. He is famous on the circuit, and even when I was younger, I remember women throwing themselves at him. I’m not sure what I expected, but I sure didn’t think he would be kissing someone after everything.
“Here you go, little filly. Hamburger with tomato and lettuce.” He points to the counter. “Ketchup, mustard, and anything else you’d want is right over there.”
Forcing a smile to my face, I thank him.
I take one bite of the sandwich and drop it into the little tray. I can’t do it. I feel sick, and it has nothing to do with the food. It has everything to do with that woman throwing herself at Dixon.
My phone dings, letting me know I got a text, but I ignore it.
It dings again, but I’m just staring off, people watching, wondering if Dixon is planning to meet up with big boobs later.
When my phone rings, I reluctantly dig it out of my pocket. The unknown on the caller ID has me answering it hesitantly. “Hello.”
“Faith,” Dixon says, half out of breath. “Where are you?”
I instantly snarl. “Really? You want to know where I am now? You weren’t worried about me a little while ago.”
“Where the fuck are you?”
I stand up and dump my uneaten food in the trash before walking out of the tent. “Why? You worried you’re going to be out with big boobs and I’m going to cause a scene? Well, I won’t. I’m not like that.”
“Faith, I’m going to ask you one last time. Where. The. Fuck. Are. You?”
He enunciates each word, and maybe I should be more worried about his tone, but I’m not. “It’s none of your business where I’m at or who I’m with, Dixon Chase.”
His voice drops an octave, and it sounds like he could be about to crawl out of the phone. “Faith Allen, come to room 312. If you’re not here in five minutes, I’m coming to you and throwing you over my shoulder, and everyone on the circuit will know you’re mine before I get through the parking lot.”
I gasp. He wouldn’t.
“And Faith, don’t think I won’t do it. I will… Four minutes.”
He hangs up the phone, and as soon as I hear the click, I look around me. He won’t do it. He’s already said he can’t let my dad find out what we did, so there’s no way he’s going to make a scene. Hell, the circuit gossip is worse here than in Whiskey Run, and sure enough, even if he does come here and not throw me over his shoulder, people would still talk.
Dammit.
I pocket my phone and start walking toward the hotel. The whole way, I’m planning what I’m going to say. One thing for sure: I’m going to give him a piece of my mind. He thinks he can kiss some woman and then expect me to come running, and it’s not right.
I walk through the hotel, stab the button on the elevator, and cross my arms over my chest as I wait. The longer I wait, the more upset I get, so by the time I get to Dixon’s room, it feels like steam is coming out my ears.
I lift my hand to knock, but I don’t have to because the door is swung open.
Dixon looks panicked. His hair’s standing up every which way. He’s missing his shirt, and his jeans are unbuttoned. Instantly, that night in the office comes to mind, and he grabs my shoulders. “Kiss me.”