Break Your Heart Read Free Page B

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    “Well…” Gina said slowly, “I guess, I should go join her.”   She began to bite her lower lip lightly as she often did in moments of uncertainty. You could stay with him, she thought to herself. Really Gina, that sends the right message, you just met him!
    “You can stay with me.” The words echoed out of her head. He spoke so confidently about the proposal acting as if it weren’t a big deal.  Maybe it’s not a big deal?
    “Where?”
    “I have some pillows and a sleeping bag in the back of my truck. We can put the seats down, there will be plenty of room.” Before she could answer, Grant took her hand and led her towards the truck. He opened the door to the back seat, climbed in and pulled a lever flattening the seats.  Pulling out two large sleeping bags, he unzipped them both, laying one across the surface and one on top, for cover. 
    “After you,” he motioned through the open door. She denied herself the ability to allow rational thoughts and questions to surface in her mind. Instead, she climbed up into the truck and slid in between the two sleeping bags settling her head into the pillow against the back of the front passenger’s seat.
    Grant climbed over her and situated himself into a sitting position with his legs tucked into the covers. He reached down to the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it off over his head. His bare chest and back exposed to her, sending a wave of uneasiness through her body. 
    She couldn’t help but stare at the defined muscles that ran down his torso. This was the first time Gina had ever laid her head down next to a man for the night and certainly the first time she had laid herself down next to a shirtless man.
    “Are you uncomfortable?” His tone, soft and sensitive.
    “Nope. Not at all.”  A half smile crossed her face as
    her cheeks warmed.
    “I can’t sleep with a s hirt on.  Too confining.” He laid
    down, resting his head against the pillow. He slid his left arm under her neck and used his right arm to pull her in close to him. They settled into one another other, kissing, laughing and talking before snuggling up and falling asleep until the sun rose the next morning.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Three
     
    “Gina?”  A soft voice ripped into her thoughts of Grant, abruptly closing the production in her head.  Gina concealed the quick startled feeling that swept her. She looked up to see a woman in her late fifties, dressed in a pale blue skirt suit, flat navy shoes and short blond hair perfectly framed around her aged face. 
    “I’m Betse.” She extended her hand out with proper posture.  “ Sandy is a little under the weather today.  She asked me to go over the final details with you.” Her tone was warm, but seemingly fake as she looked Gina up and down slowly.
    Gina snapped herself back into the moment and did her best to shake away the thoughts that had consumed her mind as she sat in the waiting area. The night she met Grant Foster had been burned in her memory.  Eight Yeahrs had passed since she fell in love with him, but somehow every time she thought about that night it felt like it was yesterday.
    “Hi Betse.” Gina offered her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” She stood up from the black leather barrel chair where she sat in the center of the hotel lobby. The sounds of dishes clanking caught her ear from the ballroom down the hall.
    “You too, dear.  Lets walk into my office and we can get started.”
    Gina followed her out of the lobby, past the elevators and down a narrow hall.  They turned into a small office on their right decorated in warm gold tones and hunter green. Betse took a seat at the desk in front of the window while Gina seated herself at one of the two throne -like chairs across from her. 
    “Will your fiancé be joining us today?”
    “No. He’s busy