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His home was an interesting twist, though, and I sensed that there was a good reason why he lived in temporary accommodation.
I stepped out of the shower, holding my wet clothes. “Where shall I hang these?”
“I’ll hang them out on the line in a sec.” He took my bikini from me and put it into his kitchen sink. “Was the shower okay?”
“It was perfect. Thanks.”
“Good. Make yourself at home. Help yourself to any clothes that are in there.” He pointed to a closet beside his bed. “I’ll be out in a sec.”
“Am I going to find sex toys in there?” I grinned.
“You wish.”
He stepped into the bathroom, and unfortunately for me, he closed the door.
While he showered, as I tried not to think about him being naked a few feet away, I opened his closet doors. I’d never seen a wardrobe so neat. It was like looking into a prize home display where even the shirts were hung in colors and his four pairs of shoes were placed in a precision row on the bottom.
Careful not to mess up anything, I found a navy T-shirt, and the fabric hung loose over my hips when I slipped it on. The cotton was soft, worn from use, and it carried a scent that was unmistakably him—a mix of quality cologne and the sea air that seemed to cling to everything in his trailer. His T-shirt was comforting, yet unlike Kane’s shirt, Tyler’s shirt made me feel sexy.
In the second drawer down, I found a pair of drawstring shorts to pull on and shut the closet doors. His bedroom was almost clinical, no dirty clothes piled in a corner; there weren’t even crinkles on his bed linen.
I strolled to the kitchenette. He didn’t have any photos, or books, or mementos of his life.
How long has he lived here?
He emerged from the bathroom with his hair slicked back again and darkened to ebony. Droplets traced paths over the hard planes of his torso and disappeared into the towel knotted at his waist.
Holy wow. I had to stop my jaw from dropping.
Grinning, he swept me up in his gaze.
“Good, you found some clothes. They look much better on you.” He strolled to his bedroom. “There’s some beer in the fridge. Not much else, though.”
I removed two beers from the fridge, and as I placed them on the table, he strolled up the tiny hallway, tugging a shirt over his magnificent torso.
“Dinner won’t be long.” He bent over, and as I admired his sexy butt, he removed two plates from the small cupboard.
As he set the table, I drank the cool beer and tried to wrap my head around this surreal moment. A month ago, I would never have dreamed of sharing a meal with a cop. But Tyler had already proven he was more than that.
With the table set, he seemed to look for something else to do, but because his place was so freaking neat, there was nothing.
He sat opposite me and raised his beer. “Cheers.”
“Cheers.” I clinked my bottle to his.
A headlight swept behind the curtain over the front door.
“Dinner’s here.” He strode out the door and returned carrying plastic bags filled with tubs that came with a delicious aroma. He laid them out and opened the lids.
“Wow, it smells amazing.” My stomach growled.
“Sure does. Want me to dish out?”
“Yes, please.”
He served a generous portion onto our plates and sat opposite me. “Dig in.”
The first mouthful was a flavor explosion, and I let out a moan of satisfaction.
