“Fine,” she said with a pout.
I chuckled and rolled off her, climbing out of bed. “Gonna jump in the shower real quick.”
She raised up on her elbows, her brows pulling together as her eyes lowered to my hardened length tenting my boxer briefs.
I shot her a smirk. “Don’t worry. I’ll wait and let you take care of that later.” I winked. “But I’m not sure I can leave this room if I don’t at least take a cold shower.”
“So I guess joining you is out of the question?”
“Fuck, love. Are you trying to kill me today?”
She chuckled with a slight shrug, and I shook my head and trudged toward the bathroom, fighting the urge to say screw physical therapy and have her join me in the shower. On her knees, preferably. Or better yet, straddling my lap on the bench seat and riding my cock.
The shower helpedmy physical issue, but it did nothing to tame my desire for her. After she got a quick shower and we grabbed a bite to eat, we were on our way to her appointment. I reached over and entwined our hands. She smiled and relaxed back in her seat.
“So what’s the plan for after PT?”
“I figured we would grab lunch at some point and then head over to the shelter for the photo shoot.”
I slowed the car as we approached a closed intersection. There was a cop directing all traffic to turn right. Lyla stiffened, squeezing my hand slightly. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as her eyes went wide, locked on the scene of the two-car collision.
“Hey.” I brushed my thumb over the back of her hand,needing to draw her attention to me and away from the scene in front of us. “Look at me.”
She blinked and turned her head toward me. I took a minute and ran down a quick assessment in my head. How was her breathing? Was she shaking? Could I check her pulse without her realizing what I was doing? At the moment, nothing screamed panic, but the original shallow breathing and wide eyes I noticed still had me concerned.
“You okay?” I finally asked.
She nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine.” Her brows pulled together. “Why?”
“Thought maybe the accident upset you.”
She yanked her gaze away and shifted in her seat. “Nah. I’m good.”
I studied her for another moment, wondering if she was even aware of her reaction. But there was no sign of anything now, so maybe I was just reading too much into it.
But if I wasn't, I'd be there to help her every way I could.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
LYLA
I could still feelAdam’s gaze on me. Assessing, studying, speculating—all the things I would do if I was him. But I was fine. Totally fine. I didn’t even remember the accident, so how could it affect me? I pushed away my thoughts as we pulled up at the physical therapy office. I knew I'd have to deal with it all eventually, but today wasn't that day.
The session went by quickly and I was happy with my progress. The therapist confirmed I should have no issue going back to work in a week—which half excited me, but also made me a bit nervous. Would the arsonist try coming after me again? At this point he had to know I couldn’t ID him. As far as I knew he hadn't been spotted, but I had no clue what that meant for me. For Adam too. How long would I need to hide out here? WouldAdam head back to his apartment eventually? So many unknowns and I was trying my best to not spiral down the rabbit hole.
“So, lunch?” Adam smiled as he drove the car out of the parking lot.
I nodded. “Mexican?”
He chuckled. “I should have guessed.”
I tried to stay in the moment, just enjoy being with him, but I couldn’t stop my thoughts from circling back to all the reservations I had. Whether I would really be good to go back to work next week. And what things between Adam and I would look like. I was finally confident that I wanted to move forward, but obviously things would be different and need adjusting. In our personal relationship and professional one as well.
Violetand I were enjoying our task of helping corral and keep an eye on the cute dogs and adorable kittens between shots, and everything was going well.
Well… almost everything.
I looked back over at Adam and narrowed my eyes as Savannah laughed again, reaching up to tame a stray piece of his hair. Why couldn’t she keep her hands to herself? Was she always this flirty with the guys and I’d just never noticed?
