“Then why are you doing this to yourself?”
“Because I’m a fucking masochist,” I said, just as the doorbell rang.
Major grimaced, his eyes shifting from the door back to me.
“You sure you weren’t expecting anyone?”
He lowered his chin.
“Major?”
The bell chimed again. “Just… just shut up, okay? We can both be monumentally stupid.”
I scratched the back of my head as Major popped up and ran to the front. Who the fuck had him so bent around the axle?
Feeling nosy, I followed him to the door and was surprised to see Ren Paige on his doorstep. I again took in Major’s robe and new haircut, and everything clicked.
Holy.
Shit.
Leo had been right.
I could only stare at Major, who avoided my look as Ren turned and gave me a smile. “Hi, Sawyer. How’s it going?”
I blinked a few times, then got my bearings. “Oh, fine. I’m destroying my life one bad decision at a time, and Hendrix Cavanaugh is driving me insane.”
Ren pulled a face. “I’m… sorry?”
Major shot me a pleading look over Ren’s head—which he could easily do, because he was at least a foot taller than Ren and twice as wide. I tried to picture what those two looked like together, and the mental imagery was melt-the-bricks hot. And kinda fucked up when I added Mr. Paige to the mix.
No wonder Major was a mess.
Deciding I couldn’t really throw stones from my glass house, I sent them both a salute. “Well, I’ve got to get back to the rental and make sure that Hendrix hasn’t done something stupid like try to climb a tree or accidentally started a world war.”
Ren chuckled as I got into my car, and I sent Major a look. We’d be chatting about this later.
Holy fucking shit.
I took the long way back, driving through parts of Seguin I hadn’t been to in years and trying to make sense of… well, anything. I got to the cabin around midmorning, and it was hauntingly quiet. Accustomed to the sounds of Hendrix makingmusic, I went to my bedroom and found him sprawled out on my bed, still asleep.
Pulling my wallet and keys from my pocket, I set them gently on the dresser. He stirred at the slight sound and lifted his head, rubbing his bleary eyes.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” I said, kicking off my shoes.
“It’s okay, Sawyer. You’re the one who put me in this coma to begin with.”
I shouldn’t have been proud of that fact, but I was. Isowas. Cursing myself, I took off my clothes and joined him under the covers, far too enamored with the slide of his skin against mine.
“Mmph,” he mumbled, draping himself across my chest. “This is nice.”
I was sure he meant it, even though he had no clue how much the simple act of curling up against me fucked with my head. Given his playboy status, I’d assumed snuggling would be out, but here he was. He rubbed my belly and nose, then kissed my nipples, cozy as could be.
What a disaster.
Was I going to complain when he latched on to my nipple and suckled it like he was looking for sustenance? No. No, I was not.
As he switched to the other nipple, I ran my fingers through his hair, surprised again by how pretty he was. I’d always been attracted to him, of course, but between the layers of black, studded clothing, the guyliner, and the overgrown black hair, I’d forgotten that he was hiding an ethereal sort of beauty.
