Back Road Chances (Roughneck #2) Read Online Free PDF

definitely got more intense as the years went by, but this place is where it really started.
    “Wow, I haven’t seen this place in years,” Sam said, as I parked my truck. I watched her eyes scan our surroundings. She had a smile that made my stomach do flips. To anyone else, this place was just a field. It was just a few acres of trees that sloped down to a little creek. But for us, it was full of memories.
    “Come on,” I said, as I opened the driver’s side door and hopped out. Sam followed right behind me.  She watched as I walked to the bed of the truck and opened the tailgate. I jumped in the back and unfolded the blanket I had tucked behind the cooler. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye and could see her wheels turning. Fear crept up on me; I knew what she was thinking. This is what couples do. But I had my keys and we were out in the middle of nowhere. She wasn’t running from me, not this time. I was tired of her running every time she thought we were moving forward. I don’t know why she was so scared to actually be in a real relationship with me, but she was going to have to get over that shit. I was done letting her make all the decisions when it came to us. I was done letting her avoid what we were. This shit had gone on long enough.
    “What are you doing?” Sam asked suspiciously.
    “I’m unfolding a blanket,” I said, knowing that’s not what she meant. “Come on,” I said as I held out my hand to help her up. She stared at me for a few seconds and then put her hand in mine. When we were both standing in the bed of the truck, I sat down on the blanket and patted the spot next to me.
    “Sit.” I said.
    Sam sat beside me, but was still eying me with suspicion.
    “Damn girl. You can quit staring daggers through me at any time.” I said with a laugh. Sam blinked a couple of times and then the wrinkle in her forehead relaxed a little. But she was still thinking.
    “Out with it.” I said. I was ready for whatever she had to say. That’s not true. But I was ready to argue with whatever she had to say.
    “Why are you doing this?” She asked.
    Because I fucking love you.
    “What? It’s a nice night. I like it out here. Relax,” I said, as I opened the cooler and pulled two beers out. I opened one and handed it to her. When she took it out of my hand, I opened my own and took a long swig.
    “Moon, you know what I mean,” she said, and then took a drink of her beer.
    “Because I want to talk to you.  You can’t fucking run from me out here. It’s a long walk back home, darlin.”
    “You’re an asshole!” She said with half a smile, I’m not sure she was joking.
    “Listen, this thing we’ve been doing has been so fucking good, Sam. But I can’t do it anymore.”
    “What?” She said. Her voice sounded pissed but her eyes were full of hurt. Shit, I realized how it sounded. How is it that I’ve gone over this speech a million times in my head and I still manage to fuck it up right out of the gate?
    “That’s not what I meant,” I said with a little laugh. Not because it was funny, but because I was nervous as shit and I was fucking it up by the second.
    “Just fucking say it Moon, don’t beat around the bush!” Sam snapped. Maybe her eyes were wrong; maybe she was just plain pissed.
    “Sam, calm down and just listen to me,” I said, still smiling. But she wasn’t. Not even a little. She had her eyes fixed on the trees, she was shutting down. Fuck that. She was going to hear me out, whether she liked it or not.
    “Look at me.” I said firmly. She didn’t.
    “Look. At. Me.” I repeated. She glared into my eyes. I put my beer down as I exhaled, and then scooted as close to her as I could get. I put my hands on both sides of her face and stroked her cheeks with my thumbs. I gave her a gentle kiss that she didn’t reciprocate. So I did it again. Gently. Waiting for her to respond. She didn’t.
    “You’re so fucking stubborn,” I said quietly, and kissed her