“I can work with that.”
Chapter41
Kelly
Joining my sexy as fuck husband in the shower might be one of the greatest perks of being married.
Honestly.
The man is devastating.And not just because of his body—which is honestly amazing—but it’s because of his heart.
My breath catches as I open the door and see him there.
J.T.stands under the spray, broad shoulders glistening, water sliding down the hard planes of his chest and over the ridges of muscle across his stomach.His dark hair is damp, curling at the ends, and his green eyes—God, those eyes—lock on me the moment I step through the glass door.
The air shifts.
The whole room feels smaller.
Hotter.
Like something alive is sparking between us.
He looks at me the way he always does—like I’m the only thing in the world worth seeing.
And every single time it steals the breath right out of my lungs.
This man.
This big, rough mountain man who growls more than he talks and looks like he could split logs with his bare hands—he worships me.
Every day.
Even now.
Especially now.
When I tell him we’ve got about thirty minutes before Evan finishes his shower and comes wandering through the house looking for snacks, J.T.’s mouth curls slowly.
Predatory.
Delighted.
“I can work with that.”
The words roll through me like thunder.
Heat blooms low in my belly.
Because when J.T.says something like that, he means it.
He steps toward me and the size of him is overwhelming—broad chest, thick arms, that quiet, dangerous strength that makes people step aside when he walks into a room.
But when he looks at me, all that power softens.
Not weak.
Never that.
