Free Wrecked by Cat Johnson Page B

lotta fun too. Mm, mm. You all wet and sudsy. I can hardly wait.” Wade grabbed her hand and pulled her up and off the bed.
    In spite of herself, she had to laugh at his enthusiasm. He might be exactly what she needed to soothe her bruised and battered ego.
    Then, maybe, she’d be able to figure out what to do next.

CHAPTER 10
    Wade followed in his truck as CeCe led the way in her car.
    They drove from the parking lot of the hotel, down the California highway.
    The scenery changed with every mile that passed and though it wasn’t all that far, by the time CeCe slowed and flipped on her blinker, they might have been in an entirely different world.
    She turned into a drive and pulled slowly through a set of imposing wrought iron gates that had Wade wide eyed as he drove his truck between them. The driveway circled in front of a building bearing an impressive stone façade.
    “Damn.” He let out a long slow whistle and leaned forward to try and see how far above him the house soared.
    CeCe Cole was no bullshit rich. As in billionaire kind of rich, like someone who owned one of the largest auto parts companies in the country should be. He should have realized from that fact alone what he was walking into.
    If who she was hadn’t been enough of a clue for him, in addition to the company she owned, he should have guessed just from the car she was sporting around in like it was nothing. New, and he had no doubt she’d bought it new, that little sports car of hers probably cost more than he earned in two years working the circuit, maybe three.
    It didn’t matter if he was in line to inherit one third of his grandfather’s twenty-five thousand acre ranch, he knew this place, in this location, was worth far more than his spread would ever be.
    Yet CeCe Cole, in spite of all her lavish things, was still the most discontented woman he’d ever come across, thereby proving money didn’t buy happiness.
    He tried to keep that surreal knowledge in mind as he rolled down his window. “Where should I park?”
    She’d pulled her car into a bay in a stone building that matched the house, but on a smaller scale.
    Closing the automatic door with the push of a button, she walked to his truck, teetering in her heels on the cobblestones. The drive was pretty, but she’d be lucky if she didn’t break an ankle trying to get from the car to the house.
    “In front of the carriage house is fine.”
    A carriage house. So that’s what high falutin’ folks called their fancy garages.
    She continued, “Pull it up close though. The landscapers should be here one day this week and they’ll need room to get past.”
    “The landscapers. Got it.” Shaking his head at that new piece of information, Wade pulled up to where she’d said.
    CeCe was breaking Wade of all sorts of firsts that, at forty years old, he’d never expected. First sex in an elevator. First time he’d said yes to willingly sticking around for more than a night during what he’d intended to be a one-night stand. And, apparently, his first lay who was as rich as King Midas and all his gold.
    All in the span of twenty-four hours. It was turning out to be one hell of a week and it was only Monday.
    He locked the doors and pocketed the key to his pick-up. Why he did that, he didn’t know. It wasn’t as if anyone was going to steal his truck in this neighborhood.
    Wade sauntered toward the front door of a building that looked more like a museum than a home.
    No wonder she felt lonely here. The size alone would isolate a person even if it was full of people. But it was also no surprise she’d chosen for them to spend the week here instead of over at his crappy hotel room.
    Hell, he’d been happy it had a coffee maker and that the room was clean. Both of those amenities put the hotel steps above some of the places he’d stayed.
    Obviously, CeCe had a far different level of comparison when it came to accommodations.
    Truth be told, it was a little mind boggling, but none of