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“I’m glad he did.”
Murphy padded into the bedroom, jumped up on the bed, and laid down, his head resting on Leni’s ankle.
Chevy gestured to the dog. “You’re gonna have to convince Murphy to give you back your bra if you plan to go anywhere.”
“What good is my bra if I don’t have a shirt?”
“You’re right. There’s no point. We should just stay naked and in bed for the rest of the day.”
She laughed. Although that wasn’t a bad idea.
He gestured to the window. “With the kind of storm we just had, there’s a good chance the road is flooded, so you probably won’t be able to leave anyway.”
“Oh no.” Her Tesla was a great car, but it didn’t have a lot of clearance when it came to dirt roads. “Do you really think it’s washed out?”
He shrugged. “Probably. It usually is when it rains that hard. But it normally only takes a few hours for the water to recede then it’s passable again.” He slid his hand under the sheets andalong her thigh. “I’ve got a few ideas of some things we could in that time.”
Just the slightest touch of his hand and heat and need were already building between her legs.
It would be so easy. Just lean in to kiss him. But would they be able to recapture the lust and passion they’d just created during the storm? She wasn’t sure.
They had just spent several hours together naked and doing lots of those ‘ideas’ he’d just mentioned. So, why was she suddenly feeling awkward and embarrassed?
Maybe because she hadn’t seen this man or talked to him in the better part of a decade. Then within days of being around him again, she’d fallen into bed with him.
Although he had been there for her during the emergency situation with her sister,andhe’d taken care of Isabel and Max. Cradling that tiny baby against his chest was one of the most swoon-worthy things she’d ever seen. If she hadn’t been in crisis-mode, she might have climbed him like a tree right then.
He’d also built Lorna a set of railings.
Wearing a tool belt.Don’t forget the tool belt.
That heat was getting more intense just thinking about it.
Plus, he was Chevy. The boy—man,gulp—who she had grown up with, that she had given her heart,and her virginity, too. He wasn’t a random stranger she’d picked up in a bar.
He was part of her history, part of her heart.
Still, things were moving pretty fast. They seemed to have skipped the ‘catching up’ phase of seeing each other again and went straight from the crazy night of a crisis into falling into bed together. Except they hadn’t really fallen, it was more like they’d hurtled headlong into a passion-fueled collision. Like all the systems in her brain had crashed, and her body had just taken over like some crazy sex-starved virus.
Except, if her computer or her systems at her job failed, or got infected with a virus, she knew what to do. She knew how to analyze a problem, figure out a solution or a formula that made sense.
But none of this made any sense.
She dealt with facts and figures, with numbers and science. This was all emotion and feelings. She couldn’t just turn those off and then turn them back on again.
Although the way Chevy’s hand was sliding along her thigh seemed to suggest that she could be turned back on again. And quite easily.
She let out a sigh, that rational part of her brain trying to take back control. “I really should get back. I’d hate to think Lorna might have needed me, and I haven’t been answering my phone or texts in hours.”
“Yeah, I get that. And my phone’s in the pickup, so even if she’d tried mine, I haven’t answered either,” he said, dropping his hand and throwing back the sheet. “Let me find some dry stuff to wear, and I’ll go outside and try to track down what Doofus did with your shoe and the rest of your clothes.”
“I’d appreciate that,” she said, giving the dog, who had crawled into the empty spot next to Leni that Chevy had vacated, a cuddle.
“We usually leave some extra stuff up here.” He crossed to the dresser, found a pair of gray sweatpants, and pulled them on. He was going commando, and she swallowed at the sight of him. The thin sweatpants left nothing to the imagination as he continued to dig through the drawer, coming up with a flannel shirt that he tossed on the bed. “You can wear this.” He offered her a wolfish grin. “Although I prefer you in your current state, but if you insist on getting dressed, at least this should hold you until your clothes are dry.”
She laughed. “I do, in fact, insist.” She pulled on the flannel, rolling up the sleeves, and buttoning a few of the buttons. Her legs were bare as she padded into the front room of the cabin to find her shorts and hunt down what the dog did with her bra.
Spotting her underwear on the floor in the kitchen, she bent over to retrieve them and heard a groan from behind her.
