“Sort of. It’s been more than two years, but I thought maybe if I moved to a different place I could also move on. And with two-thirds of the family getting married or having gotten married, it seemed like it was time.”
“Aha!”
“Aha what?”
“Your boss. You’re moving on with him.”
“With Trevor? No, I’m not. I’m not looking for a man. I just want to enjoy my life again and not always think about what I lost.”
“That makes a lot of sense. Still…” She cast her a considering glance. “Trevor is hot.”
“He’s okay.” He was more than okay. “But he’s my boss so I’m not going there. And speaking of Trevor, I need to pick up his order and head back to work.”
“Let me know if you change your mind about Trevor. I have just the lingerie set that would look great on you.”
“Angel, you are incorrigible,” Jedidiah said, shaking her head.
Angel gave her a saucy grin. “And your point would be?”
*
Lunch had beenfun, Jedidiah thought while driving back to Trevor’s. Except she obviously hadn’t convinced her friend that she didn’t have the hots for her boss. Sure, he was nice-looking. Okay, really good-looking. He was smart, obviously. And yeah, she’d always liked smart men. And he was interesting, not at all boring, even though as he himself had pointed out, he was a geek. Yes, a geek who was in a motorcycle club. Which still seemed incongruous to her.
Trevor was a nice guy. There was something about him that just loosened her tongue. And that was hard to do, she admitted. Trevor certainly thought so. He didn’t realize how much more she’d already talked to him than she did most other people.
But none of that meant she had the hots for him.
After parking the car, she got out and started up the walk before realizing that Trevor was in the driveway washing his bike. Shirtless. Wearing shorts. His back was to her and as she drew near, she saw that he had a hawk in flight tattooed on his back, across his shoulders. A large, red-tailed hawk similar to the smaller version adorning his right arm. And the back sporting the tattoo was ripped. She wanted to drool. Then he turned around and her jaw almost dropped open.Holeeee shit. Who knew all those gorgeous muscles—and tats—were hiding underneath his T-shirts?
On his chest, right above his heart was a tattoo of a ram. The two on his torso and the hawk on his arm were the extent of his tattoos, but he didn’t need more. She’d seen—and admired—the tattoo on his arm when he wore a short-sleeved T-shirt but until today she hadn’t seen any others. Before she’d learned about his bike, she’d have thought him one of the last people to have tattoos, but looking at him now gave her a whole different vibe. His body was a work of art. How had she missed that? She felt something wet splatter on her and heard a woof. She managed to tear her eyes away from Trevor to see—and feel—a soaking-wet German shepherd shaking off beside her.
“No, Baxter. Don’t shake on the nice lady.”
She definitely heard a laugh in his voice. She turned back to him with narrowed eyes. “Since when did you get a dog?”
“Oh, Baxter’s not mine. He’s my next-door neighbor’s. He comes over when I wash my bike. Loves the water.”
“So I see.” Since it was in the high nineties with what seemed like one hundred and ten percent humidity, she couldn’t blame him. Baxter was a gorgeous GSD with thick black and tan fur, who was currently grinning at her with his tongue hanging out. “What a beautiful dog.”
“He is, isn’t he?” Trevor agreed. “He’s a sweetheart too.”
The dog sat in front of her and lifted his paw. “Oh, now you’re trying to make it up to me, huh?” She took his paw and shook it. “Yes, you’re a good boy.” She was rewarded with an invitation to play when he ran over to Trevor and the hose and barked at her. “Sorry, Baxter, not today. I’ll put your lunch in the kitchen,” she told Trevor.
“I’m almost finished. I’ll be there in a minute,” he said.
Reluctantly turning away from him, she lectured herself as she went inside.Since when do you fall for a man’s looks?
Who says I’ve fallen for him? I can appreciate a good-looking man. I was simply a little surprised.
Yeah. And almost struck speechless while you damn near drooled.
The point is, I didn’t. Yet.
