She just nods with a small smile and walks out.
The bathroom door clicks shut behind her and I sit there in the water, my heart going absolutely crazy.
I finish washing up and bring the towel to my face, breathing into it.
As I lift myself up and onto the rim of the tub to dry off, I can’t believe how badly I want this woman.
But I’ll need to show her she can trust me.
Even if it kills me.
And it might.
CHAPTER 4
LAUREL
I’ve been thinking about Beck since I left his bathroom last night.
Specifically, his hot body…his shoulders, his chest, and those lickable abs. I can’t get how his muscles flexed when I ran the washcloth over them out of my head.
And how his dark hair trailed down the center of him like a furry arrow pointing below the bubbles to where I’d probably find something…hard and thick.
The truck rumbles over a cattle guard and my coffee sloshes in the travel mug. We’re on the way to the feed store, and Beck's driving with one hand at the bottom of the wheel and the other resting on his thigh, his bad ankle braced carefully on the floorboard.
I close my eyes behind my sunglasses.
Last night was just me trying to be kind. That's all. He'd fallen trying to take a bath and I’m the type of person who helps those in need. I'd have done it for anyone.
Okay, maybe notanyone.
Especially with how soured I am on men these days.
But I admit, it wasn’tallbad, touching him and making him groan in ways that made me clench my thighs together.
I sip my coffee, trying to forget.
I even told him about my ex, Cole. I’ve only told Lark and Lyla, and my therapist, everything Cole put me through.
Why?
Whydid I do that?
"You're awful quiet over there."
I open my eyes. He's not looking at me. He's watching the road, the corner of his mouth doing that subtle smirk thing.
"I’m just thinking."
"About?"
"Feed."
"You’re seriously thinking about feed?"
"That's what we're going to get, isn't it?"
He nods slowly. "And here I was, hoping you were thinking about me."
