She blinked before stepping away. “I was looking for the breaker box.” Her eyes trailed across my bare chest before she met my eyes again with a swallow. “I was blow-drying my hair and I blew a fuse.”
“Did you check the garage?” I asked, already on the move.
“I didn’t get the chance. I was rudely interrupted,” she quipped.
When we entered the garage, I moved my hand along the wall, searching for the light switch. Flipping it on, I surveyed the room. “There.”
A stack of tubs blocked half of the door. I managed to flip it open, then trigger the breakers.
“All set.”
She stood behind me, hands on her hips, glasses perched on her nose. She was so beautiful. The kind of beautiful that almost hurt to look at. The kind I needed to stay away from if I wanted us both to remain in this town unscathed.
I shifted, a wince hitting my face at the now dull ache in my groin.
“Come on.” She motioned her hand, turning to head inside the house. “Since I took you down and all.”
“Whoa. Took me down?” I knew following her inside was a horrible idea, but apparently, I was a fan of self-inflicted pain.
“I saw tears,” she said as she grinned over her shoulder. “I’ve never made a football player cry.”
“There were no tears. I had a piece of grass in my eye,” I lied.
We approached her kitchen, the dim light from the stove the only one casting the room in a yellow glow. I let my eyes wander as she rifled through her freezer. I was looking for anything to give an insight into who Trinity Maxwell was. What made her so…her.
“Here.” She held out a bag of frozen mixed vegetables.
I lifted a brow.
She waved a hand toward my crotch. “For the…situation.”
Oh, we had a situation all right.
I was half crippled, half hard by this point.
“You want me to ice my dick with your vegetables?”
“Don’t worry, I have plenty.” She shrugged before leaning an elbow against the counter.
Something about that statement brought me back to how we met. How easy the conversation flowed before the big bucket of ice water doused us with the unfortunate truth.
“Coupon?” I took the package from her hand.
Her smile wobbled, but she nodded. “Too good to pass up.”
When she glanced up, flush coated her cheeks. The air seemed to change, like the start of a storm. When the humid air intertwined with the cold. The atmosphere was charged. The space too small for two people with too big of a repercussion lingering between us.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you.” I locked eyes with her. “I just reacted.”
She nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “It’s okay. Thank you, though. It’s nice to know you’d do that. Tackle a stranger on my behalf.”
“I figured you’d be used to an adrenaline-fueled athlete growing up with a man like your dad.” I chuckled.
But her expression didn’t warrant the pretty smile I had hoped for.
That smile dimmed. “I really wouldn’t know.”
I frowned, the condensation from the vegetable pack dampening my skin as I studied her. “What do you mean?”
