“Wait until he starts screaming at three in the morning for his bottle.”
“Has he ever done that? Because I never hear a peep from him.”
Bode smiles at me. “Guess that means I have good insulation. He wakes me up every night.”
I shrug a shoulder. “Not the end of the world a few nights a week.”
“Not even a few nights. A couple of days tops.”
“I can do it.”
“Stevie. Isn’t that so sweet of you?” Eve says. “Tell her how nice that is, Bode.”
Bode rolls his eyes at his grandma, and I can’t help but laugh. “How nice of you.”
“I ought to smack you upside the head,” Eve tells him, shaking her head.
“Gran. You say it like I wasn’t going to thank her anyway. I wasn’t raised in a barn.”
“Some days I don’t know.”
“You know you raised me, right? That’s a dig on you.”
She waves him off. “Are you sure you want to help, Stevie? You have to deal with this guy.”
I look to Bode again, but it’s brief. The last thing I need is for these two old women to catch any hint that I might be attracted to Bode.
With the kind smile and warm eyes. The sexy hair that always seems to fall over his forehead. The scruff that lines his jaw that I want to feel in other places.
I clear my throat. “I can handle it.”
At least, I hope I can handle it. Because being surrounded by Bode is something even a saint would have trouble dealing with.
ChapterEleven
STEVIE
“You want to go for a drink tonight?” I ask Crestina, getting ready to head out. “I need to unwind after today.”
She shakes her head, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “I can’t tonight. I have dinner with Dylan’s parents, but maybe tomorrow?”
“Sure.” I hang up my smock and shut my wooden locker. “I’ll see you later.”
“Love you, babe.”
“Love you too,” I call out behind me. Pushing open the back door of the employee entrance, a wall of humidity slams into me. It’s a steamy night in Nashville. Music floats in the air as the first tendrils of darkness start to thread the sky.
The last thing I want to do right now is head back to Bode’s. Not only did I want to hang out with Crestina, but the thought of being around him is too overwhelming.
The light scent of his soap.
His hair swooping into his eyes.
Everything about him is effortlessly sexy.
Not wanting to go out by myself, I resign myself to going home.
Bode’shome.
