Chapter Seventy-Seven

Angel waited in the truck while Colton ran into the motel to secure a pet-friendly room. The building was four stories high, and each room had its own tiny balcony. Many had beach towels draped over them, waving in the breeze. They weren’t far from Cannon Beach.

Maybe in the morning they could stop and walk along the shore. She could get a big floppy sun hat and huge sunglasses as a disguise. She smiled at the thought.

Pudge pushed his head between the truck seats and let out a whine.

“Okay. Come on.” While she didn’t want to risk being seen, she couldn’t let the dog suffer if he had to go. “Let’s be quick about it, okay?”

He was as quick as a dog in a new territory could be. He stopped a few places until he found the spot that should be his, then he lifted his leg at each place, anyway. The motel was well and thoroughly his now.

As they went back to the truck, Pudge became alert when a car pulled in next to theirs. She should have had a leash on him. She wondered if Colton even had a leash in the truck. She’d never seen one.

She opened the door and Pudge jumped in without complaint. The window was down partway for some air, and Pudge stepped over her lap to growl at the newcomers.

“No,” she said, wishing she’d learned a few of the important commands in Hawaiian.

She glanced out the window to apologize to the three college-aged boys who all seemed drunk. She wasn’t sure which of them had been driving, but it was clear none of them were legally up for the task.

Deciding they didn’t deserve an apology, she turned back toward the main entrance. Colton was walking out tapping a keycard against his palm and looking sexy as hell.

How had she gotten so lucky to have this amazing and hot man want to help her?

College boys forgotten, she waited for him to slide into the driver’s seat, then leaned over and kissed him.

“What was that?” He laughed.

“I want you,” she purred, and touched him through his jeans.

“At least this time I only have to drive to the other side of the motel.”

They parked near the rear entrance. He grabbed the duffel bag she’d had him pack in case something came up, motioned to Pudge, then wrapped his other arm around her as they went through the door and waited at the elevator. They kissed the whole way up to their room on the third floor, only pulling away from each other so they could open the door.

Inside, they quickly put out the pet bed for Pudge and got him water before reaching for each other again. They had their clothes off in record speed and—after removing the bedspread because she’d read a disturbing report on the internet—they fell together onto the bed.

They were both so needy it didn’t take them long to reach a mutual climax. They slowed down the second time, then stepped into the shower for round three.

They were walking out of the bathroom when Pudge alerted to the door only a few seconds before three loud thumps and a deep voice making the announcement, “Open up, police!”