Reckless (Nashville Nights) by Cheryl , Douglas

of Avery. “Yeah, we’re headed back to my place now.” Rich laughed. “You’re my idol, man.” Ty frowned when Avery turned off her hi-beams and eased back on the gas. He didn’t mind the bright lights temporarily blinding him. He would prefer that to the alternative. The wildlife was abundant in these parts and he’d been caught off guard a time or two himself. Someone who wasn’t expecting it could total their car, or worse. “Shit,” he whispered. “What’s wrong, Ty?” “Nothin’. Listen, we’re just a couple of miles from my place. I gotta keep an eye on Avery. I wouldn’t want her to get caught off guard by a buck or...” Rich laughed. “Dude, you’ve got it bad for this chick, don’t you?” Ty scowled as he gripped the steering wheel. “Why? Because I don’t want to see her wrap her car around a tree?” “No, because you’re takin’ her back to your place. You could’ve just taken her to a hotel, done the deed, and bailed on her, but you didn’t.” Ty considered his friend’s words. He was right. He could have taken the easy way out, but he wanted more than physical gratification with Avery. He wanted wine, candlelight, pillow talk. He wanted to make her breakfast and take her to the airport in the morning. He wanted to make sure she would be looking forward to coming back home, to him. “Whatever, listen, I gotta go. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Ty didn’t wait for his friend to respond before disconnecting the call. He wasn’t in the mood for Rich’s good-natured ribbing. The only thing he cared about was