Gone for You (Sixth Street Band #1) Read Online Free

an outdoor bar sat empty, the tables and chairs covered. Steam was rising from a hot tub the size of a small swimming pool, although none of the guests were brave enough to make use of it in February.
    Passing through the gate to the private bungalows, I pulled the envelope from my pocket and searched for the suite number. I trekked across the tree-lined path until I stumbled across the right one, tucked behind a small grouping of trees.
    Inserting my key in the lock, I stepped inside, dropping my sunglasses on the marble sofa table. The room was top notch, sporting a gourmet kitchen, a bar, and a huge master suite. A baby grand piano sat in the corner in front of a picture window that overlooked the grounds.
    Strolling into the kitchen, I pulled open the refrigerator. It was stocked with all the necessities: bottled water, a twelve pack of Shiner Bock, and a tray filled with cheese and fruit.
    I grabbed a bottle of water and pulled out the tray, tearing off the plastic wrap as I walked to the sitting area. The ringing phone echoed in the cavernous space. I looked around, spotting it on the Louis XIV desk in the corner.
    Shit.
    Ignoring the persistent ring, I stretched out on the sofa and munched on a piece of cheese. I cursed under my breath. If I was going to go to the gym and burn off the tension that had my back twisted in knots, I would need some workout gear.
    Popping a strawberry into my mouth, I pulled the envelope from my pocket. Lily’s card fell out when I turned it upside down to remove the contents. A number was scrawled on the back in delicate script.
    Taking out my cell phone, I punched in the number.
    “Lily Tennison.”
    “Lily,” I said as I opened the brochure, laying it across my lap. “This is Cameron.”
    No response.
    “Cameron Knight .” As I sat up, my feet hit the floor with a thud. I couldn’t be that fucking forgettable. “I was just in your—”
    “Of course, Mr. Knight. What can I do for you?”
    I scowled. She couldn’t see me, but I knew I was scowling. And that was enough. Time to teach Ms. Tennison a little lesson. She wouldn’t be forgetting me after I got through with her.
    “I need you to fetch me some workout clothes, darlin’. Size large.”
    What the fuck? I looked down at the blank screen on my phone. Standing, I hit redial. The phone rang twice and went to voicemail. And then it sank in. She hung up on me. Me.
    Sinking back onto the sofa, I placed the phone on the table and stared at it. The last woman that hung up on me was my mama. And that was years ago.
    I chewed another strawberry, deliberating. The cell phone sat idle. Mocking me.
    Jerking my head at the pounding on the door, I stood and walked cautiously across the room. Through the peephole, the only thing visible was the top of a woman’s head. And a mass of blond hair. I stepped back when the door shook from another loud rap.
    “Can I help you?” I ventured, without making a move to unlock the door.
    “Mr. Knight, this is Lily Tenn—”
    Swinging the door open before she finished, I leaned against the frame, giving her a half smile.
    “Hey, Lily,” I drawled, hitching a brow. “I believe we were disconnected. You didn’t have to come all the way out here to find out my size.”
    “I-I didn’t,” she bit out through clenched teeth. “I don’t fetch, Mr. Knight.”
    “Just an expression.” I folded my arms across my chest. “No need to get all worked up.”
    “I’m not worked up. I-I just…”
    She was too fucking cute, stammering and turning red. Kicking the door open, I turned and walked back across the room. I picked up a fork and speared a piece of melon, turning to her in the doorway.
    “Are you going to come in?” I sank onto the couch, putting my feet on the expensive as fuck coffee table. “I thought of a few more things while you were on your way over.”
    Lily’s shoulders sagged in resignation. Stepping inside the door, she clasped her hands in front of her.
    “My email address