Fuck!It irritated the hell out of me that not one single male in Crystal Fork had given Lauren the attention she deserved.
If I was a different kind of guy…
If I wasn’t considered a murderer by most of the town…
If I thought Lauren was even minutely interested in me…
Maybe.
Maybe I’d break all of my rules and ask her out on a date.
I watched as she slowed to a stop.
Christ!Even after working out, she was the hottest woman I’d ever seen.
I wanted to see her hot, sweaty, and naked in my bed after she’d been screaming my name and having the best orgasms of her entire life.
My gut clenched, and my cock was standing at attention.
Sick or not, Lauren could do this shit to me without even trying.
Forget it, Remington. Not going to happen.
I wanted to fuck Lauren Collier more than I’d ever wanted a woman in my entire life, but the truth was…I definitely wasn’t good enough for her, and that was never going to change.
Lauren
“We’re going to The Mug And Jug Saturday night,” I told Cole late the next morning. “You should come if you’re feeling up to it.”
They’d finally gotten all of the roads plowed, so I could get back to my house.
Cole wasn’t a hundred percent, but he was getting better quickly. Probably much faster than most people recovered from the flu. No doubt that was because the man was in top physical condition.
He’d explained that he didn’t work out rigorously for vanity reasons. He’d been into fitness for a long time, and staying in shape had always made the long workdays easier for him. Simply put, he did it because he felt better and not because he really wanted to be ripped. He just wanted to be fit.
Cole and I had gotten to know each other a little better over the last two days, and I was really starting to hope that maybe we could be friends.
He’d offered me the use of his gym whenever I wanted to use it, and I planned on taking him up on that offer until the weather got nice enough for me to get back into walking and hiking.
I’d discovered that Cole was far from the jerk that I’d imagined him to be.
Yes, he was antisocial and probably way too blunt, but the more I got to know him, the more I was convinced that trust didn’t come easily to this man.
Knowing some of his history, I knew exactly why he acted the way he did.
Being alone was probably safer for him, but I wasn’t entirely convinced that he was isolated by choice.
Some of the town hadn’t exactly welcomed him with open arms, and that had to be pretty damn uncomfortable at times. But if he wanted that awkwardness to go away, he needed to show his face in town more often. If the busybodies finally realized that not a single member of the Remington family thought that Cole and Asher had killed their father, everyone else would eventually accept it.
“That’s probably not a good idea,” he said grimly as he watched me put on my boots.
“Why?”
“The town thinks I killed my father, and I don’t think the two of us should be seen together. You know how people talk here, Lauren. They won’t have anything nice to say if you get friendly with me,” he said hoarsely.
I stood up straight and put my hands on my hips as Cole and I locked eyes.
He hid it well, but God, I really hated the touch of sadness I could see in the depths of those gorgeous eyes. “Do you really think I care about what some people say? Believe it or not, the entire town doesn’t believe that you killed your father, and Idon’t have time for the ones who do. None of those people are my friends. If they’re that judgmental with absolutely no proof of your guilt, they aren’t people I want to know. Your cousins, Reese, and Anna will be there. You know they’re going to be friendly to you.”
