Chasing Desire (Chasing Love 3)

Colt and Bass laughed.

Huck shot them a glare over his shoulder before returning his attention to the sassy woman before him. “What do you need tools for? It’s a wedding.”

“The arch is falling.” She said it as though she were spelling out something obvious. “I’m going to fix it. For that, I need tools. Do you have some?”

“Yes, I do,” Huck said.

“Great. I need them.”

With that, she turned and started toward the exit, as if expecting him to just follow her.

“Dude!” Colt said when she was out of earshot. “What the hell did you do to that woman to make her hate you like that?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Bass said, tilting his chin at Huck. “He dined and ditched.”

Huck shook his head. “No.” His gaze followed the one woman who had ever pulled this kind of stunt on him. “She ditched me.”

He didn’t like being left, and he also didn’t like being shortchanged the night she’d promised. She owed him some hours, and she was within reach now.

He’d get her to stay the night with him. And he’d be the one to walk away this time.

Sure, it was selfish and not completely rational, but it was the only way for him to maintain the sense of careful control that kept him sane. Besides, he’d give her enough orgasms to more than compensate her for having to watch him stalk out the door.

“So does this mean you’re going to keep her company while she’s in Diamond?” Colt asked.

As a kind of tour guide? No way. If today said anything about how they’d be around each other when they weren’t having sex, he’d be surprised if they didn’t rip each other’s heads off.

But as long as they were knocking boots? Something could be arranged.

“Fuck yeah I’ll keep her company.”

Watching that perfect ass as she continued to stride away from him, he couldn’t help but go chasing after her.

Chapter Three

Autumn never had great luck, something she’d inherited from her father. And that lack of luck was currently dressed in a tux, hiding some hot tattoos, and sporting a sexy smile.

Huck Galvin: the epitome of bad luck.

Of all the guys to be next to, it had to be this arrogant piece of ass.

“Am I distracting you, honey?” he asked with a cocky grin.

Her attention snapped back to the task at hand. The arch. She was lying on her side, screwdriver in hand, securing the base. Too bad her stupid eyes kept skating from said task to the man leaning against a wall of ivy. He was crossing his arms and staring her down, and she could hear the faint click of his tongue piercing tapping against the back of his teeth.

Jesus, the man was mouth-watering hot. A small town good ol’ boy with a wild side and ink to match it. She’d also bet had enough notches in his bedpost to put termites to shame. The whole package had been perfect for what she’d wanted last night. One hot encounter with no chance of anything else.

But now the guy seemed almost angry with her. All she’d done was wear him out and leave him alone to sleep it off, but he was looking at her like she’d kicked his puppy.

“More like annoying me.” She adjusted her shoulder to get a better angle on fastening the bolt into the arch base and securing it.

“I didn’t seem to be annoying you last night.”

“Well, it’s daytime now.”

And with the sunrise came the boundary that would keep her safe from him. She’d known the kind of man he was right away. The kind that couldn’t be counted on for more than a romp in the sheets. The kind that got your hopes worked up only to ditch you at the soonest opportunity.

Which was why a one-nighter with him had been brilliant. Or so she’d thought.