“I’ll take my own truck, thank you.”
“I can’t let you do that.”
She inhaled sharply.“I don’t everletanyone tell me what to do.I have three brothers thank you very much, I don’t want another one.”
“Good, because I’mnotyour brother.”Damn it, he shouldn’t have said that.“Look, I’m not happy about this either, but I’ve agreed to take you.Just get in the damn truck, please?”
For another minute she glared at him before she stomped to the truck.He opened the door for her.
“I’ve been opening doors for myself since I was two,” she muttered as she got in.
“So stop behaving like a two-year-old.”
Her head whipped around and the beanie covering her hair, fell off.Wet strands of hair cascaded over her shoulders.
Touching her hair, he frowned.“Your hair is wet, you can’t go anywhere like this, you’ll catch a cold.”
“Not your problem.”Grabbing the beanie, she aimed to put it over her hair again, but he’d had enough.
“Damn it, Willow,” he growled before he picked her up.
“Put me down,” she cried, wiggling to be set free.
Strengthening his hold on her, he walked back to her front door.“Your brothers will have my hide if you get ill.Dry your hair, I’ll wait.”He put her kicking body down gently.
“You… I don’t even know what to say to you!”
“Good, now go and dry your hair.”
Without saying a word, she opened her door and walked inside.“You can go, I’m going to bed.”
He quickly stepped inside before she could close the door.“I’ve been asked to bring you to the stroll tonight and that’s what I’ll do.Either you dry your hair, or I’ll do it for you.”
A light he’d never seen before, flitted in her eyes.“You wanna dry my hair?”She took off her coat and pulled her sweater over her head.
“That’s not what I said…”
But even before he dropped his jacket on the closest chair, she’d grabbed his arm and was pulling him after her.“That was exactly what you’ve said.It’s a tedious job and by the sound of it, one you’ve done before.”
He just had time to get a glimpse of the back of an easel in what was probably her studio before she’d dragged him out of the living room toward what he assumed was her bedroom.
Surprised, he took in the soft grey and pink colors of the room, creating a distinctly feminine room.What exactly he’d expected he didn’t know, but it wasn’t this.The bed was rumpled, a hot red bra lying at the bottom.His breath hitched, his blood simmered.
Scooping it up, Willow tossed it in a drawer.
She quickly moved toward the chair in front of a mirror.“Come on,” she motioned as he stood in the doorway.“Just remember this was your idea.”As she sat down, she picked up a brush and the hair dryer.
Gnashing his teeth, he slowly approached her.This was such a bad idea.He should’ve left her here and drove into town by himself.That would’ve been the more sensible thing to do.Instead, here he was, in her bedroom of all places about to dry her hair, touch her, and that damn red bra was all he could think about.
Wordlessly she handed him the brush and the dryer.He was a dead man.
Yes, he’d done this before, but it had been for his sister.She’d asked him a few times to help her, but he’d never done it for any other woman.
Drying Willow Weston’s hair in her bedroom when his body was on fire, there was no one else around, was possibly one of the stupidest things he’d ever done.It was a whole different experience than when he dried his sister’s hair.
Gnashing his teeth, he put the brush down.Her hair was sopping wet, he’d had to dry it first before he could attempt to brush it.
Lifting the wet strands with his one hand, he switched on the hair dryer.Her hair was thick, it took a while to dry.Forcing himself to keep his eyes on the golden-brown strands and not meet her eyes in the mirror, he ran his fingers through the silky tresses as he dried it.
