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“Sure. Just call me, and we’ll work it out. If I’m in town, I’ll grab them.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course. Anything else I need to know?”
“No. I think we covered everything. I’ll change the sheets for you, so you’ll be comfortable. The boys like sleeping in my room, but don’t let them in the bed. They have beds.”
She blinks. “You want me to sleep in your bed?”
I shrug. “If you want, but the boys will go in there at night. I have another bed I can bring in for Darcy. No dogs in my bed.”
Her lips tip up. “Is that, like, a solid rule?”
“Ice solid.”
She eyes me. “Ice can melt.”
I eye her right on back. “No dogs in the bed, Clara.” Her name rolls off my lips in such a way that I wish I were saying it while deep inside her.
I am so fucked.
Her cheeks flush with color as her lips part. Those doe eyes of hers blink twice before she nods. “No dogs in the bed. And thanks. Darcy will love his own bed, but I fully expected to sleep on the couch.”
I shake my head. “No need. My bed is available as long as I’m not in it.”
She jerks a bit, and I’m unsure why. I thought she’d be thankful to sleep in a bed instead of on the couch. Why is she looking at me like I kicked Darcy and told her dogs are dumb? I swallow past the lump in the throat. I have the need to ask what is wrong, but she doesn’t give me a chance.
“Cool. I’ll see you Monday morning.”
She doesn’t even spare me a second glance. She gives the boys kisses as Darcy bounces around. She then calls for Darcy, and she’s out the door.
And I’m alone.
The emptiness of my cabin closes in on me.
Gordie lets out a whimper, and I take him by the scruff, petting him softly.
“Same, bud.”
But I don’t elaborate on what I mean or even voice what I’m feeling.
All I know is that the cabin feels dark without the light Clara just brought into it.
CHAPTER 6
Clara
My anger toward Riggs is like blasphemy.
I have no reason to be upset with him.
He wasn’t rude and didn’t speak out of turn. He was kind, and, while still a bit grumpy, he made me a charcuterie board.
My bed is available as long as I’m not in it.
He may as well have slammed the door in my face.
He made his feelings toward me well-known, and I shouldn’t be upset at that. I should be thankful and happy that I can get over my little crush on him. He obviously isn’t feeling me, so why should I feel anything for him? Who cares if I love how dark his eyes are and that I can see little flecks of light brown around the rim of his pupils. How even though his sweats were baggy, they still showcased the thickness of his thighs and the roundness of his ass. His Bears tee was tight against his shoulders, and his biceps bulged out of the sleeves.
