I want to keep flirting with him, or tear that shirt off his back and run away with it so I can scent her again and again, but rubbing my lavender on him is enough for now.
“I’ll get that invitation eventually,” I say as I straighten up. “You can’t keep hiding Luke from me. You’ll have to let him out someday.”
Timber growls again, and need rumbles inside me. I want to see Ollie up against him, whether he traps her in his arms or she’s purring all over him, whatever it is, I want to see how she’ll meld with him so Timber can realize the three of us belong together.
Ollie
My heart plunges as Timber walks in. It’s not like I’ve been nervously waiting for him or anything. I just happened to sit on the couch, which looks right at the garage door, as I keep my eye on the small screen under the alarm system that shows the driveway 24/7. And maybe I’m listening out for the familiarrumble of the engine as I check my phone constantly to see if Timber has messaged me.
The moment the inner door to the garage opens, I know I’m in for it. I want to see if the jig is up, and I need to pack my bags. My nest in his house isn’t fully established, so it shouldn’t kill me to leave it. Not like my nest back at our apartment. Or leaving him.
Timber stands there like an angry bull, and it’ll take one mistake to set him off.
“Luke,” Timber says, his deep voice rolling over me as he steps into the house and slowly closes the door.
I shoot up from the couch and tiptoe forward.
He looks so good when he’s angry that I almost forget I’ve been freaking out all day.
“Welcome home,” I say, my throat bobbing as I take a dry swallow. I have to act innocent. No wringing my hands or dipping my head and cringing so hard I curl up. I can’t glance at his lips or chest or cock or anywhere apart from his eyes. Even though I’ve made checking him out while he’s watching my thing.
“I have something important to ask you,” he says as stiffly as I feel.
“Come at me,” I reply, making the mistake of giving him a sexy grin, but I can’t help myself.
I’m still far enough away from him that I’m safe. For now.
“You know the cameras stay off when either of us are in the house,” he says as he slips off his jacket.
I nod, popping a hip, trying to be casual about it. “Why? Are you sad you don’t get to see if I walk around the house naked or not?”
His jaw tightens as he hangs it on the stand to his right before coming at me.
And I instantly jam my fingers into my palm to stop myself from gasping.
Because there’s something else in his thick scent of coffee that’s wafting over me.
The light and soothing lavender I’ve been dying to smell since I left Kane at the hospital swirls up from him.
It’s not just a gentle brush, like he was chatting to Kane and his scent got caught up in Timber’s.
Oh no. Every step Timber takes is laced with more and more lavender. Until I release a trembling breath as Timber stands in front of me.
“Who’s Ollie, Luke? And why is Kane fucking Moretti talking about her?” His lips twist as he holds back a snarl. I seriously want him to go for me.
I’m praying to the God of Nutjobs that I don’t dunk myself in it. Because just hearing my name in Timber’s voice is giving me ideas.
“You mean my sister?” I ask. “She was meant to be at our meeting with Marilyn before some things happened. But she's been helping me with your meal plans.”
“Is she the person you go to visit during the day?”
Luke wouldn’t mind that I’ve called him my sister. Especially if Timber demands to meet ‘her’ and Luke gets to dress up again.
“Most of the time, yeah. But I have friends outside of work I like to see as well. There are people who actually want to spend time with me. Shocking, I know.”
He keeps staring at me, and I have to break the conversation, or it’s going to be slick o’clock any time soon.
But it looks like my new suppressants are actually holding out this time.
