May Contain Wine (SWAT Generation 2.0 5)

“Was…was…” I stuttered.

The car sputtered and died seconds later, and Louis cursed and rolled the car into the first driveway he came to—a small, quaint little bed and breakfast in the middle of nowhere.

“Did we just get hit by lightning?” I gasped, staring in horror at the hood of my car.

It was smoking.

“Fuck,” Louis growled, his biceps bulging as he turned the car hard to the right to avoid hitting another parked car.

Then he was pulling to a stop practically in the middle of the parking lot and breathing hard.

His erection, I noted, was still there.

Apparently almost being killed by lightning wasn’t something that turned him off.

Not that my desire for him had fled, either.

Seeing his biceps bulging as he steered the car? Yeah, that totally did it for me.

I swallowed hard and nervously popped another piece of funnel cake into my mouth.

The rain raged all the harder.

I watched as it came down in thick sheets, totally blocking anything from sight past five feet from where we were parked.

Louis reached forward to try to start the car again, but nothing happened. Not even a click.

I blinked, cursing when I realized that my car would need some work.

“Dammit, this is a brand-new car,” I grumbled.

Well, fairly new. It was a couple of years old, but that was still brand new to me. It even had less than fifteen thousand miles on it. And since I’d been told that you could put fifteen thousand miles on it annually, I thought I was doing pretty good.

Louis reached for his phone. “I’m honestly not sure what to even do. Maybe if I Google it…” He trailed off when he picked his phone up in his hand. He tapped the screen to get it to wake, but nothing happened.

I watched as he tried to hold his finger down on the power button and still nothing happened.

“Here, let me…” I trailed off when I realized that my phone wasn’t working, either. “Uh-oh.”

Uh-oh was right.

My phone didn’t turn on either.

And it was plenty charged enough that it wouldn’t have died in the ten minutes since we’d been driving.

“The lightning must’ve fried them,” Louis muttered as he dropped it into the cup holder in disgust. “Let me run inside and call a towing company.”

Within seconds, he was bailing out of my car and running toward the front of the B&B.

I watched him go, his shirt getting soaked in the process, and moaned into the silent car as I watched his shoulder muscles flex in his shirt.

Jesus, I was a horn dog.

I finished off the rest of the funnel cake and set the plate down on to the floorboard, my eyes on the front door.

But as five minutes stretched into ten, then ten into fifteen, I decided I needed to go inside, too.

Something must be wrong.Chapter 6

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-Calloway to Louis

Calloway

I made it in time for another streak of lightning to light up the sky.

Luckily, this one didn’t come anywhere close to where I was approaching the front door of the building.

But, it was close enough to make my heart pound, and my hair stand on end.

Opening the front door of the quaint little bed and breakfast, I grinned when I read the door.

Working out the Issues, B&B.

I liked it.

Grin firmly in place, I walked inside and allowed my eyes to adjust to the brightness of the room, my eyes automatically focusing on Louis who had a phone to his ear at the side of the room.

A woman about my mother’s age was walking up to him with a dry towel and grinned when she saw me.

“Hello.” She smiled. “My name is Marta. You must be Calloway.”

I smiled, unable to help myself. “I am.”

She disappeared from sight only to reappear seconds later with another towel in hand.

She handed it over to me with a large smile planted on her face.

“Your man told me about your car. I’m so sorry,” she said as I wrapped the towel around myself. It smelled like fresh laundry. My favorite smell. “He’s on the phone with his fourth or fifth towing company. Apparently, there was a rather large wreck on the interstate and all of the tow trucks from around here are currently there. They’re not able to come help him for at least a couple of hours. And in a couple of hours, the rates change since it’s past normal business operating hours. They charge double the rate after six, and he’s not a happy camper.”

I bit my lip, eyes sparkling, as I saw how rigid the muscles in Louis’ back were.

Yeah, not a happy camper was an understatement.

I looked to her with a smile on my face.

“Do you have any rooms available?” I asked.

She nodded her head, eyes soft. “I do. But only one. And it’s the honeymoon suite.”