“Nothing,” he grumbled. “Nothing at all.”
CHAPTER 10
Trask felt off kilter.
He’d blame it on the cold water from earlier, but hell, he’d been acting like a fool since the moment he met Jett.
Andthatneeded to stop.
Currently, she was fussing over him with more towels that someone had procured, and as much as he liked her hands on him, Trask had to take back control of whatever was happening between them.
“Okay. Enough,” he barked.
She backed off, a look of hurt on her face from his harsh tone, but he couldn’t let that bother him.
The young cop chose that moment to arrive back with Jett’s coat, and as she stepped away from Trask, she plastered on a smile while the officer gallantly held the garment out for her and she slipped her arms into the sleeves.
“Thanks so much,” she told him with a sexy dip of her lashes. It looked…calculated.
A growl built up in Trask’s throat that he could barely suppress.
Was she blinking at the man on purpose? Did she think that the wet-behind-the-ears cop in full uniform was good looking? A slow burn began somewhere in his gut, and…
No.
Just no.
There was zero reason for Trask to feel anything. If Jett wanted to flirt…
Fuck.
He needed to be honest with himself.
He’d liked it when Jett’s attention was all on him. He flipping enjoyed it when he and the frustrating woman were verbally sparring. He liked…just about everything about her, besides her lack of filters, her messiness, her spontaneity, her ridiculously sunny outlook on life…
Okay. There was a lotnotto like, but weirdly, the total package of bubble-headedness looked damned good on her, and he was having a lot of trouble resisting. She was clearly an expert at pulling off a personality that was so unique and foreign to him, that he’d never be prepared for what was going to come out of her mouth.
Which for some fucked up reason, made the interactions with her even more enticing.
What did all that mean in the end?
How did he deal with such an…unknown?
Did he forcibly shut down his ramped-up libido; stop thinking about all the things that made her so unique and…un-ignorable until he could get her ass back on her plane? Or did he ditch his uptight concerns and make a play for her, angling to get her to stay.
If he went with the unaccustomed impulsiveness idea and they hooked up, it could be…epic.
At that momentous thought, Trask had to assure himself that anything that happened between them definitely wouldn’tamount to shit in the end. So maybe that was the answer. A quick romp between the sheets somewhere neutral,thena fast goodbye.
He could take that risk.
It would get the sassy spitfire out of his head, and his life could return to normal.
Plan made, he needed to see if she’d be willing to get physical for an hour or two without thinking it meant a forever kind of thing.
That would be trickier. He already had her pegged as a woman who heard Disney songs in her head for most everything that occurred in her life. Hell, rescuing the moose probably had her humming all kinds of Bambi shit.
No. He needed to approach this pragmatically, and let her know his strict parameters. But first he needed her undivided attention.
