ROMANCE: YOUNG ADULT ROMANCE: WESTERN ROMANCE: The Smoking Cowboy (SPECIAL FREE BOOK INCLUDED PLUS FREE GIFT) (CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Debbie Gordon
opened the door.
“Your parents have refused to come.” The officer said, as he started to walk me out of the small cell. The hallway was equally, as grey and neglected, as the cell. We walked down the stretch of hallway in silence and it wasn’t until the officer, stopped to open a gated section that he spoke again. “You get one phone call and if I were you, I would call your parents.” The officer finished, as he slid open the gate and directed me to the phone.
I looked at the phone. The numbers on its face loomed out to me, as I tried to choose the right ones to dial. I finally made up my mind and put them in. I could hear the phone connecting. It started to ring, as I held my breath and waited for the voice I was hoping to hear. The phone was still ringing. Then just, as I was about to give up and put the phone down, I heard a click and then a voice.
“Hello?” James said from the other end.
“James, it’s Sophie.” I said, as I waited to see what the response would be.
“Sophie.” James said gently. “I’ve missed you.”
“James, I need your help.” I said quickly, as the officer started to tap his foot impatiently.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” James asked with concern in his voice.
“I got arrested.” I said, as I hung my head. He needed to know the full story, but I couldn’t give it to him over the phone. I waited for him to reply, but he didn’t, and then I heard the phone click and I knew he’d hung up.
Chapter 11
I open my eyes slowly, as I hear the officer calling for me to stand back. Is he joking? I wonder to myself, as I roll over and try to sit up. The sun had already risen and it was bright in my sleepy eyes, but I pushed passed the pain, so that I could at least look alert.
“You’ve got someone here to bail you out.” The officer said, as he started to walk me down the hallway, but this time in the other direction and away from the phone.
I frowned, as I tried to work out who it might be. “Did my parents come?” I asked, as I looked up to officer’s face.
“No.” He replied, but he didn’t say anything more.
I didn’t push for an answer, as he started to check me out and it wasn’t until I’d walked out of the building that I got to see who it was. “James?” I half asked, half greeted.
“We need to talk.” James said, as his face fell into a frown, which made him look older and tired.
I nodded and followed him, as he walked quickly down the street and into a small hotel. He didn’t stop at the desk, as he walked over to the stairs and started to climb them. I followed him, not knowing what else to do. When we got to his room, he opened the door and held it for me, as I walked in.
The hotel room was small, but cosy. I could tell from the design that the hotel wasn’t cheap, but I didn’t want to pry into how much it might be costing him. “James I need to explain something to you.” I said.
He nodded, but he didn’t say anything. I could feel him giving me centre stage and for a moment, I felt myself stumbling away from the limelight.
“James, they weren’t my drugs. They were my exs, he put them in my room after I told him not to. When I got kicked out of college the first time it was because weed was growing in my dorm room. I don’t even know how to grow weed. John had been staying at mine for months and he’d been doing it behind my back. I mean I used to smoke the stuff, but I was never a dealer or anything.” I blurted out all at once and then broke down into tears.
“It wasn’t you?” James asked, as though he needed clarification.
I shook my head and, as I did, I felt his arms wrapping around my body. I looked up and found that his lips were meeting mine. They were soft, but his kiss was firm against my lips, his breath cool with the feel of mint. I let my tongue graze his bottom lip, as his hands found their way up my top.
I could feel the gentle touch of his fingertip against the line of my spine, as he traced it
“Your parents have refused to come.” The officer said, as he started to walk me out of the small cell. The hallway was equally, as grey and neglected, as the cell. We walked down the stretch of hallway in silence and it wasn’t until the officer, stopped to open a gated section that he spoke again. “You get one phone call and if I were you, I would call your parents.” The officer finished, as he slid open the gate and directed me to the phone.
I looked at the phone. The numbers on its face loomed out to me, as I tried to choose the right ones to dial. I finally made up my mind and put them in. I could hear the phone connecting. It started to ring, as I held my breath and waited for the voice I was hoping to hear. The phone was still ringing. Then just, as I was about to give up and put the phone down, I heard a click and then a voice.
“Hello?” James said from the other end.
“James, it’s Sophie.” I said, as I waited to see what the response would be.
“Sophie.” James said gently. “I’ve missed you.”
“James, I need your help.” I said quickly, as the officer started to tap his foot impatiently.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” James asked with concern in his voice.
“I got arrested.” I said, as I hung my head. He needed to know the full story, but I couldn’t give it to him over the phone. I waited for him to reply, but he didn’t, and then I heard the phone click and I knew he’d hung up.
Chapter 11
I open my eyes slowly, as I hear the officer calling for me to stand back. Is he joking? I wonder to myself, as I roll over and try to sit up. The sun had already risen and it was bright in my sleepy eyes, but I pushed passed the pain, so that I could at least look alert.
“You’ve got someone here to bail you out.” The officer said, as he started to walk me down the hallway, but this time in the other direction and away from the phone.
I frowned, as I tried to work out who it might be. “Did my parents come?” I asked, as I looked up to officer’s face.
“No.” He replied, but he didn’t say anything more.
I didn’t push for an answer, as he started to check me out and it wasn’t until I’d walked out of the building that I got to see who it was. “James?” I half asked, half greeted.
“We need to talk.” James said, as his face fell into a frown, which made him look older and tired.
I nodded and followed him, as he walked quickly down the street and into a small hotel. He didn’t stop at the desk, as he walked over to the stairs and started to climb them. I followed him, not knowing what else to do. When we got to his room, he opened the door and held it for me, as I walked in.
The hotel room was small, but cosy. I could tell from the design that the hotel wasn’t cheap, but I didn’t want to pry into how much it might be costing him. “James I need to explain something to you.” I said.
He nodded, but he didn’t say anything. I could feel him giving me centre stage and for a moment, I felt myself stumbling away from the limelight.
“James, they weren’t my drugs. They were my exs, he put them in my room after I told him not to. When I got kicked out of college the first time it was because weed was growing in my dorm room. I don’t even know how to grow weed. John had been staying at mine for months and he’d been doing it behind my back. I mean I used to smoke the stuff, but I was never a dealer or anything.” I blurted out all at once and then broke down into tears.
“It wasn’t you?” James asked, as though he needed clarification.
I shook my head and, as I did, I felt his arms wrapping around my body. I looked up and found that his lips were meeting mine. They were soft, but his kiss was firm against my lips, his breath cool with the feel of mint. I let my tongue graze his bottom lip, as his hands found their way up my top.
I could feel the gentle touch of his fingertip against the line of my spine, as he traced it