I stared out the window.
“Does it botheryou?”he asked.
“Not that they did it, no,” I told him truthfully.“The fact that I stuck around knowin’ he was steppin’ out is what bothers me.”
“Whydidyou stick around?”
I could hear the sincere curiosity in his tone.I laughed without mirth.“Because I’m an idiot?”
Lynx grumbled.“You’re not an idiot.”
“Then what doyoucall it?”I shook my head.“Never mind.I don’t even care.”
Lynx pulled the truck to a stop in front of my house.He didn’t say a word as he climbed out.Before I could get the passenger door open, he came around to my side, opening it for me.
When I turned to hop down, Lynx put his hands on my hips and stilled me.
“I don’t care, either,” he said, his eyes locking on mine.“Just so we’re completely clear on that.”Lynx’s finger curled beneath my chin, forcing my head back slightly.“They’re the past.And that’s where they need to stay.”
I offered a slight nod.
“I’m serious, Reagan,” he said, his tone firm.“The only thing that matters to me is you.That’s it.”
“Why?”I asked, hating that I sounded so vulnerable.
“Why what?”Lynx frowned.
“Why do I matter?”
He leaned his head down, his forehead touching mine.“Because you do,” he said softly.“You always have.”
I had no idea how that could possibly be true.However, I didn’t know how to argue that point, either.
“You matter, too,” I finally admitted.
His smile was both sexy and sweet.It was the sweet side of Lynx that I hadn’t yet gotten to know all that well.Aside from our conversations ten years ago, I hadn’t spent much time with him.And the bad boy was the only side he tended to show the world.It was interesting to see that beneath all that tough-guy exterior, the man had a heart the size of Texas.
“Now, what d’ya say I take you inside and get to work on those dirty things I intend to do to you?”
My body instantly heated at the thought.It had been a really long time since I'd felt this sort of desire.Hell, maybe I'd never felt it.Not for anyone other than Lynx, that was.
“I like that idea,” I admitted.
He didn’t even give me a chance to get out of the truck before he had me tossed over his shoulder, his big arm wrapped firmly over the backs of my legs, holding me against him.To keep from feeling as though I would plunge headfirst into the dirt, I grabbed onto his belt loops.
“Lynx Caine!I’m gonna hurt you if you don’t put me down!”
“I’m lookin’ forward to it, girl.Do your worst.”
Oh, I would.
But pain wouldn’t be involved.
Not the bad kind anyway.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Lynx
