“Will do, boss.” I saluted him and then called for Tony and slid open the back door so he could run all of his late-night zoomies out while Lachlan headed to the bathroom to shower and I started cleaning up the mess.
Later, when Lachlan came out of the bedroom with wet hair in only a pair of gray sweatpants, I wanted to curse. Those things should be illegal. My mouth went dry, but I turned my head back to the TV, hoping he didn’t notice my gawking.
“Fitting,” he said, and I glanced back over to meet his abs and corded muscle on full display in front of my face.
“What?”
He nodded to the cold-case-file show playing.
“I love this one,” I defended.
“So, what is this? Some type of fucked-up bonding time then?”
“You could call it that, plus we can pick up tips and tricks on how not to get caught,” I explained, taking the last swig of the beer I had grabbed earlier, which had taken the edge off the day.
“Want another?” Lachlan asked, walking past me to the kitchen, straight to the fridge.
“Yeah,” I said as he ducked in, grabbed us both a beer, and sauntered back over to the couch, where I got the perfect view of the outline of his dick in his sweatpants.
Fuck. My. Life.The man had to be hot, have an accent, and be hung. This wasn’t fair. My loins shouldn’t be catching onfire from the same man that kidnapped me and chained me to his bed less than a week ago. Honestly, the thought of that didn’t sound so bad now—Jesus, Logan, what the fuck is wrong with you?!Think of something else. Cleaning Tony’s pee, work. Sports were boring and totally full of completely unattractive, muscley men, but their uniforms were snug and always fit their asses well. Lachlan’s ass would look good in a uniform. Was chopping wood all sexy-like considered a sport? NO, STOP!
“Logan? Are you alright?” I’d been staring off into space, trying to think about anything other than the man standing in front of me, holding a beer out to me. His brows were furrowed. How long had he been standing there? I took the bottle. It was already opened, and it gave me pause. I set it on the table in front of me. Next time, I needed to be sure I grabbed my own. I couldn’t handle it when things were already opened.
“Yeah, I’m cool.” I looked back to the show as Lachlan eyed me a moment longer before taking a seat next to me. He spread his legs out, not even pretending to make room between us.I think it’s time for me to head to bed.
I watched then as a commercial reel popped up: football players smashing into each other, slow-motion collisions, grass and blood.
Because of course. . .
It was definitely time to call it a night. “I’m going to head to bed,” I announced and stood, hurrying to get as far away from him as quickly as I could.
“Let me know if you need anything,” he offered as he turned off the TV. The only sound was the fridge running in the kitchen and my footsteps as I walked to the back door and let Tony inside. He sauntered into the house, tongue lolling, and went into the kitchen, where I saw a food and water bowl already set up on the floor. He started lapping at it. I hadn’t done that, so Lachlan must’ve set it up.
I called for Tony when I got to my bedroom, as he normally slept with me every night. But he didn’t come. Instead, he walked into the living room and hopped up on the same recliner he had peed on earlier. Lachlan was about to say something, but then he just grumbled and relaxed back down on the couch. I smiled to myself as I closed the door almost all the way, in case Tony wanted to come in later, and crawled under the covers.
Lying on my back, I stared at the ceiling. The house felt too quiet. I heard Lachlan set his beer down, or maybe he was picking my full one up against the clink of his empty glass bottle. Maybe he was thinking about me, too? Or maybe I was just a crazy woman who’d almost killed him and then forced him into this situation? On top of thinking the man was hot as sin and I’d totally be down with doing inappropriate things to him.Ah, yes, that sounds more accurate.
I turned on my side and tucked my knees up. I wanted to sleep, but my brain wouldn’t shut up. I kept seeing his hands, the veins on the backs, how they tensed around the neck of his bottle. I thought about the towel I’d left in the bathroom. Had he used the same one when he’d gotten out of the shower? That was an odd thought to have but fuck, my girl parts liked it. I thought about how his sweatpants hugged the best parts of him, and he probably wasn’t thinking of me at all because I was just a woman who apparently really needed to get laid.
I blew out a breath. The sheets felt scratchy. My skin was raw from the hot shower. I wondered if I’d wake up in the middle of the night and find him still at the house, or if he’d just leave early to go to work and pretend this never happened and we’d just spend our days in this awkward bubble until everything blew over.
I rolled over and stared at a hair tie on the nightstand. I hadn’t even asked if he had a girlfriend. It looked like it had been here along time, but still, these were probably things we should discuss in the morning. We hada loootto talk about.
I listened to Lachlan moving around in the next room, the sink turning on and then off in the kitchen. Pressing my face into the pillow, I tried to imagine what he was thinking after this crazy fucking day.
Chapter 8
Lachlan
Logan was asleep in my house, while her damn dog was lying on top of me on the couch, letting out a loud huff like he’d had the hardest day lying around in my house and pissing on my furniture. He laid his head on my shoulder and looked comfy, so there was no way I’d be able to get up now and go to my bed. I wrapped my arm around him and pretended he was a pillow as I thought about Logan until I fell asleep.
I woke up to the smell of coffee, sitting up with a groan. Sleeping on the couch had definitely been the wrong move. My muscles protested. Tony had moved to the recliner at some point, so he must’ve felt the same way.
Stupid dog,but at least he had good taste. That chair was exquisite.
Logan’s voice broke the silence. “Good morning. Come over here,” she called, her tone light but firm. I swung my legs over the edge of the couch and stumbled toward her, the scent of the coffee pulling me closer.
I dropped into the stool across from her, ignoring the way my joints creaked with the movement. I’d be feeling that couch for the next few days.
