Page 39 of Hard to Hold


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Okay.

As soon as those four letters were out there, I launched myself out of bed.

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on my door. My heart was once again in my throat, but it wasn’t from fear. This was something else. Anticipation, maybe?

Yeah. That had to be it.

Smoothing my hands down my shirt, I walked to the front door. With a firm grip on the knob, I turned it, pulled back, and grinned.

“Mornin’,” Wolfe greeted.

He looked good.

Really good.

He was wearing jeans—not a surprise—and a black T-shirt with the Cedar Door logo on it. He had a ball cap on. The brim had been arched, which did little to shield his eyes but a whole heck of a lot for his sex appeal.

“You ready?”

I nodded, feeling somewhat light-headed.

Since I didn’t carry a purse—I purposely kept all identification hidden in a safe in my house—I had nothing to get except my house key. After locking up, I followed Wolfe out to his truck. Once again, he opened my door for me, allowed me to get in, then shut it gently behind me.

A second later, he was in the truck.

I noticed a box on the center console. A rectangular white box. “Are those...?”

“Donuts?” he supplied.

My eyes widened as I looked up at his face. “You bought donuts?”

He nodded.

One day last week, Lynx brought donuts to the shop. I hadn’t meant to show my excitement, but I had. And now Wolfe had gotten more. I was tempted to throw my arms around him.

I wouldn’t, but the idea was appealing.

I smiled at him. “Lynx said the nearest donut store is twenty minutes away.”

One dark eyebrow lifted as though he was waiting for the punchline.

“You were at the donut store when you texted me.”

“I was.”

“So, how’d you know I’d go with you?”

Wolfe chuckled, putting the truck in gear. “Didn’t. Figured if you shot me down, Lynx would’ve finished off the donuts.”

I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. “Is he gonna be disappointed?”

Wolfe’s sideways glance sent warm fuzzies through my. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” He nodded toward me. “You did bring a swimsuit, right?”

“I did.” As soon as I brushed my teeth and pulled my hair back into a ponytail, I went in search of a swimsuit. I'd bought one when I went to Walmart right before I moved into my house. I hadn’t figured I'd ever wear it, but every woman needed to have a swimsuit, just in case.

This was that just in case moment.

Granted, it wasn’t anything fancy, but it was a two-piece. I hadn’t considered how revealing that would be until I put it on. Which was the reason I had on a T-shirt that I intended to keep on.