When I Should’ve Stayed (Red Bridge #2) Read Online Max Monroe

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Tear Jerker Tags Authors: Series: Red Bridge Series by Max Monroe
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Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 121210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
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“So…” I pause and look over at him as he pulls out of Grandma Rose’s driveway. “Where are we going?”

“You know Molene?” he asks.

“Of course I know Molene. It’s the closest town with a Walmart.”

Clay laughs and takes a right turn off the main road to lead us out of town. “Well, they’re having their Spring Fling tonight in the town square.”

I nod. I know that too.

“I figured you’d be more comfortable getting to know me if the whole Red Bridge phone tree wasn’t looking on.”

I scoff. “Didn’t seem to bother you on Sunday when you physically got down on one knee to ask me out in front of all of them.”

“Yeah, but that was different. I wasn’t even myself.” He glances at me out of his periphery. “I was a man possessed.”

“Possessed?” I ask with a shocked giggle. “You should have stayed in the church, then.”

“Not possessed by the devil,” he corrects with a wag of one finger via the hand held loosely on the steering wheel as he weaves almost recklessly in and out of traffic. I glance between him and the road, trying not to gasp every time he switches lanes. “Possessed by need. The need to know you. The need to be near you. It’s totally different and far less damning.”

“You’re a cheeseball,” I accuse, even as a whole flock of butterflies takes flight in my chest. “And you drive like you stole this truck. Which…I’m really hoping that’s not the case. Asking me to be the Bonnie to your Clyde is a little too much for the first date.”

He laughs. Hard. And I love the way his Adam’s apple bobs on his throat with each hearty chuckle. “Josie, if there’s one thing you need to understand about me, it’s that I’m honest. When I’m consumed, I say I’m consumed. Plain and simple.” He winks over at me, just one perfect blink of his right eye. “And I own the truck outright, doll. I’m saving the Bonnie and Clyde shit for date two. Gotta take things slow, you know?”

It’s my turn to laugh. “How about you take your own advice and ease that lead foot of yours off the pedal?”

He grins at me, but he also does as I ask, slowing down his speed as he fiddles with the stereo. He turns the knob, switching through various radio stations until he stops on one that’s playing a popular song by OneRepublic. “Counting Stars,” I think it’s called. And there’s something intoxicating about the lyrics filling the inside of Clay’s truck as he drives us toward Molene.

It makes me think about the possibility of being with a man like him. The possibility of this first date going well and turning into a second date. And a third and a fourth. I don’t know if anything will come of this, but damn, I agree with what the lead singer says about hope.

Tonight, it feels like the word belongs to us.

“Clay?” I ask, grabbing his attention enough for him to glance away from the road briefly and meet my eyes. “How many times, exactly, have you been consumed before?”

His brief glance morphs into him actually turning to face me. He stares at me hard in the dancing, fading light of the sunset, his view of the road completely precluded. I panic, of course, looking away to watch traffic for him, but there’s none. It’s a back road through the boonies, and all he has to do is keep it between the ditches.

“Never,” he says. And I never thought one word could hold so much power.

But again, I refuse to show my cards so early in this game. So, instead, I shake my head with a scoff. “Watch the road, Clay.”

“I’m not lying,” he contests. “Though, I know why you’d think I am. But I’ve never, not once, been so consumed by a woman I’ve jumped over a pew in church to follow her. Or, you know, gone to church in the first place.”

“What?” My head jerks back, bumping the base of my skull on the headrest of my passenger seat. “You jumped over the pews?”

“Betty and Old Lady Mouser were blocking the way.”

I smile at that and look down to my lap, working the fingers of both hands together in a knot. From the side and seemingly out of nowhere, Clay’s hand sneaks on top of my left one, weaving our fingers together.

I feel giddy and absolutely drunk with affection as he rubs the back of my hand with his thumb and drives into the old field behind the Molene Civic Center in silence.

Something about him and me feels like magic. Like, one day, probably far too soon, I could find myself falling for him. Or maybe I already have.

5

Clay

Saturday, May 31st

Josie’s chin brushes the middle of my chest, her head tucked close as we sway to the music pouring out of the loudspeakers in a crowd of Molene residents.


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