Page 125 of Forbidden Forget-Me-Not

The tire wasn’t my only concern. Who had done it, and what was their motive?

I unhooked the trailer to release the weight on the truck bed, then loosened the lug nuts and jacked it up. Sweat gathered at the base of my neck.

Kaylani returned twenty minutes later and leaned against the trailer, arms folded, watching me like I was here for her entertainment.

“Yes?” I muttered.

“You’re very manly right now. It’s hot.”

I shot her a look.

“Changing a tire? Me walking around armed and ready to kill is not manly enough for you, but changing a tire is?”

“Men in suits and scary, scowling expressions I’m used to. But this…mmm-hmm.” Her eyes roamed over my arms, heating me more than the sun ever could.

“That’s what you’re focused on?”

“I’m allowed to ogle my husband when he’s working hard and glistening.”

“Glistening? I’m no vampire,” I teased and pulled my shirt over my head.

“That was sparkling, not glistening,” she baited me, as I wiped the sweat from my face slowly.

“I see. How could I forget?”

I smiled and loved how her eyes dropped to my abs. I flexed them for her benefit and her pupils dilated. That was my favorite part.

“You better be careful looking at me like that,” I warned, wrapping the T-shirt around the back of my neck.

“Or what?”

“Or you’ll make this entire process…longer.” I took a step toward her. “Harder. And it will make you want to scream,” I whispered, stopping a foot away, wishing I could touch her.

She bit her lip, and that nearly destroyed my restraint.

“Oh, really?” She breathed. “You’re the one who took your shirt off.”

“It’s hot.”

“So am I,” she whispered. “And I’m really craving my husband.”

Kaylani looked up at me from under her thick lashes.

“I guess I didn’t work you hard enough last night.”

A deep blush crept across her cheeks, turning them a bright pink, which was sexy as hell.

“I guess not,” she teased, and I was tempted to drag her into the trailer despite the possible eyes watching.

She stepped closer and brushed dust off my shoulder.

“You’re trouble.”

“I know,” she cooed with a devilish grin that would make any man fall to his knees.

“We’re in broad daylight.”

She leaned in just enough for her breath to caress my neck.