Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“You won’t find anything,” Nash’s voice is so quiet that I jump, momentarily surprised. What is it about this man’s cabin that makes me let my guard down? Normally, I’m always on alert. But there’s something about being with Nash that makes me relax. Like I have someone to watch my back. It’s a foolish thought, and one that will lead to my downfall if I’m not careful.
Turning toward him, I paste a smile on my face. “I was looking for a breath mint.”
“Sure you were.” He’s leaning against the doorframe, holding two steaming cups of coffee. Both of which have puns about French bulldogs. He passes me the one that reads “bottoms up” with a picture of a dog butt. His reads “Frenchie dad”.
“Cool cups,” I tell him.
He looks good today in his blue jeans and faded plaid button up. He’s rolled up the sleeves, revealing thick, hairy forearms. Those arms cradle his dogs close and last night, they were around me as he pinned me to the floor. The thought causes a wave of longing to go through my body. I want to be pinned against his body again, only with the bed underneath us and Nash panting over me. “Which one are you holding?”
“Frenchie dad,” he answers easily. “Feel the bottom of the mug. Those ridges are numbers. Tells me which cup I’m holding. Trace does that for me.”
I feel an irrational stab at the thought of a woman helping him. “Does Trace help you with a lot of things?”
“Sometimes.”
My stomach lurches because it’s empty. Probably. It has nothing to do with him letting another woman stay here in his cabin. “Is she pretty?”
He looks like he has a secret he’s not telling me. “I don’t know.”
“Yeah, but obviously, you’re still capable of finding people attractive,” I answer, my cheeks flushing. When he was lying against me on the carpet, his body definitely responded.
“I find one person in particular very attractive,” he answers with a hint of a grin on his face. Is he teasing me about Trace? Why should I even care? Why does the thought of him flirting with some other woman eat me up inside with a crazy possessive feeling?
I shouldn’t ask, but clearly, I’m a glutton for punishment. “What do you find attractive about her?”
“She smells like vanilla and her voice has this soothing, musical quality when she talks. She’s sassy too.”
I set my cup down on the nightstand. Call me petty, but I don’t want to stand here and listen to him describe another woman. It makes something in my chest hurt and I don’t like that. “So, are you going to unchain me long enough for me to use the bathroom?”
“Reckon I could,” he says and downs the rest of his coffee in one quick swallow. He smacks his lips together when he’s done. “But if you’re thinking of new escape routes, you’ll be disappointed. Ain’t no windows in the bathroom.”
I actually hadn’t gotten to that point, though I admit I don’t want to stay quite as much now that I know he likes somebody. He held my hand last night and he spoke nicely to me. Obviously, this is another reason I don’t get involved with people. I don’t understand them.
I tilt my chin up defiantly even knowing he can’t see the gesture. “I have every intention of proving my innocence. And my grandma will help me.”
“Yeah, well, I’ll let May know your case is on the docket when I shovel her path after this snowstorm,” he answers as he steps forward. He blocks my view so I can’t see how he’s undoing his work so quickly but within seconds, I’m free from the confines of his belt.
He leads me to the bathroom and shoves some clothes at me. “You can take a shower. But if you take too long, I’m coming in there.”
I can’t decide if that was a promise or a threat. But some small part of me wants to find out.
5
NASH
She’s in my shower right now, and that’s something I don’t need to be thinking about. Because everything in me wants to go stomping in there, peel off my clothes, and get her dirty before washing her squeaky clean.
My fingers are itching to explore those curves again, just like I did last night. Only this exploration would be a lot more in-depth. What would she say if I slid a finger in her pussy? Would she sigh and tangle her fingers in my hair? Would she beg for more and scream as I licked her to completion?
These are things I don’t need to be dwelling on. She’s under my care, and I’m pretty sure Sheriff Luke wouldn’t take kindly to my corrupting the beautiful thief.
To distract myself, I reach for my phone. I have several missed text messages from my friends. They’re checking in on me, and I quickly fire back with a response, speaking my words into the phone. Finally discovered my intruder.