Free Denver: A Bad Boy Romance (FMX Bros Book 3) by Tess Oliver

had decided to climb and claw its way up the rod iron railing.
    I drew my gaze around the structure. “This looks like a forgotten relic, yet it oozes charm.”
    “Thought you might like it. You can see all the way across to the vineyards.”
    I walked to the edge where I could see clear across to the neatly planted rows of grapevines. “By the way, I had no idea what to expect when you were jumping.” I turned back to him. “Scared me half to death. What compels you to do it? The adrenaline rush?”
    He shrugged. A dark stubble covered the lower half of his face. The man even knew exactly the right amount of facial hair to wear. “Guess it’s the physical and mental challenge. The rush is a bonus. It gives you the sensation of flying when you’re arcing through the air, but the ground below is always that stark reminder that there are no wings on your back.” With that, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. “Hope you don’t mind a little sweat.”
    I smiled to myself thinking about the earlier conversation with Kensington. “Why, as a matter of fact, I don’t mind . . . at all.” I turned my face up to his. “As long as you don’t mind a bit of beer breath.”
    He lowered his mouth to just above mine. “Why as a matter of fact . . .” His kiss immediately deepened, and he pulled me even tighter against him. “I’m ready to go back home and continue our date.” He reached up and pressed his hand against the side of my face. “I can’t believe how fast I’m growing used to having you in my arms.” His expression darkened some, and he dropped his hand and lessened his hold on me. “I know you told me you were out here to get away from your mom, but I realize I don’t know much else. Are you planning on living in California?”
    It wasn’t a question I’d prepared myself for. “I’m not sure what I’m doing just yet, Denver. I’ve got a lot of commitments back home, but I left there because I was so unhappy I thought I’d go mad from it.” I leaned against him. “For now, I’m just taking it day by day. But I wouldn’t blame you at all if you decided not to waste time with someone who is as stable as a puff of smoke in a strong breeze.”
    “Are you kidding, Holliday?” He wrapped his arms tighter again. “Not one second with you is a waste of time. You’re like this perpetual stream of daylight. I guess I’m asking only because I’m trying to brace myself for the day you leave and the shades get drawn.” He lowered his mouth to mine.

Chapter 13
    Denver
    I paced the room once, a feat that took all of three steps considering my longs legs and the lack of square footage. As much as I hated to ever admit that Rodeo was right, he was right. I wasted too much of my life over thinking shit. Cole had made me question whether or not I should let myself get too wrapped up in a relationship with Jami, but I’d decided I had to chance it. I’d have to deal with the consequences later. For now, I didn’t want to miss knowing her. She was like no one else I’d ever met. And spending a short time with Jami Holliday would be better than spending a lifetime with most people.
    I swung open the front door and ran up the stairs to Jami’s place. It was still early, but I’d heard her up and about.
    She opened the door. Her violin, Stuart, was in her hand. “Howdy, neighbor.” A brilliant smile followed. She turned away, silently inviting me in. Her face whipped back toward me. “I was just warming up, but I was going out of my way to play quietly. The bow was barely whispering. Did I wake you?”
    “Nope. I’ve been up for awhile, and you may practice as long and as loud as you like. Your music isn’t noise, it’s art.”
    She had one deep dimple, and it made its usual appearance. She placed Stuart down in his case. “You always know exactly what to say to make my heart do that skippy thing.” She walked into my arms without me asking. “Of course, the skippy thing might