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brushed at her hair with her fingers before running the top of her forefinger under her eyes, straightening the little bit of eyeliner she’d applied. On a deep breath, she turned to the door. She could do this. She’d gotten through worse before. If she could do that, she should have no problem with this.
With a hand on the doorknob, she paused and then went quickly to the commode, flushing the handle. She’d been in here too long; she had to cover her tracks. On that thought, she turned on the water at the sink and washed then dried her hands. After a second more, she stiffened her spine, squared her shoulders, and turned the knob.
Walking down the hall, she went around the corner to the kitchen and stopped short. Ty stood at the counter, his head bent, with his feet and arms crossed. He looked over at her, a sweet smile spreading across his handsome face when he saw her.
“We’re on the back porch,” he said, pointing to a door on the other side of the room.
“You said that before. Were you waiting on me?” she asked. Please say no, please say no. That’s too sweet a gesture to ignore…
“Yeah. The door’s back here,” he said, and her heart tripped in her chest. He was waiting on her to go outside. How sweet.
“I’m sorry it took so long,” she said, not really moving from where she stood.
“It didn’t take long. Here’s your water.” He picked up the water bottle on the table and extended a hand in her direction. She gave only a slight pause before she reached out.
“You aren’t drinking?”
“Nah, I’ve got precious cargo to get home,” he said, and his smile grew as he moved his arm, extending a hand to let her walk in front of him toward the door.
Oh God, he was a gentleman, too. Crap.
~~~
With his whole game plan contingent on being a gentleman, something that oddly felt a little foreign to him, Ty stayed close to her as he walked outside, extending a hand again to push the storm door open. He didn’t anticipate the door handle had shut all the way. When he pushed, at the glass of the door, it didn’t budge, which crowded them together. For him, he didn’t mind at all. She wasn’t overly tall, maybe five six or seven. He reached for the knob about the same time she did. Their hands collided, and she jerked hers away like his touch scalded her. Her body did a little spasm thing, bumping back against his.
There was a slight fear she might have registered the rigid hard-on in his shorts, but she hadn’t stayed against his body for even a second as she pitched forward, bumping her forehead against the door. Her hand went immediately to her head and he couldn’t help the chuckle. This was no coy game playing; this was a true reaction, and she was about the cutest thing he’d ever seen.
Slower than normal, he turned the handle, opened the door a little, but kept her caged right there, bending to breathe her in as he asked, “You okay?”
“Yes,” she finally said and used her palm to push the door open while she rubbed her forehead with the other. Yep, she was absolutely adorable. “That hurt a little.”
With her hand on her head, she looked back at him. All the weirdness she put off dissipated as she turned to face him and moved her hand from her forehead. A slight red mark marred her clear skin. He laughed again, taking the opportunity to touch her. He lifted her chin to angle her face in the moonlight. He gently lifted the other hand and slid a finger over her pink skin, making sure there wasn’t a bump before looking down at her upturned face.
“I think you’re okay, but head injuries are tricky. I’ll have to keep my eye on you. Make sure you’re acting normal,” he advised, keeping hold of her chin.
She chuckled and moved out from his hold. “Well, if I have to act normal, then we’re all in trouble.”
“Good to know. So if you act normal, I’ll rush you straight to the ER.”
She laughed solidly with that joke, her tense features settling
With a hand on the doorknob, she paused and then went quickly to the commode, flushing the handle. She’d been in here too long; she had to cover her tracks. On that thought, she turned on the water at the sink and washed then dried her hands. After a second more, she stiffened her spine, squared her shoulders, and turned the knob.
Walking down the hall, she went around the corner to the kitchen and stopped short. Ty stood at the counter, his head bent, with his feet and arms crossed. He looked over at her, a sweet smile spreading across his handsome face when he saw her.
“We’re on the back porch,” he said, pointing to a door on the other side of the room.
“You said that before. Were you waiting on me?” she asked. Please say no, please say no. That’s too sweet a gesture to ignore…
“Yeah. The door’s back here,” he said, and her heart tripped in her chest. He was waiting on her to go outside. How sweet.
“I’m sorry it took so long,” she said, not really moving from where she stood.
“It didn’t take long. Here’s your water.” He picked up the water bottle on the table and extended a hand in her direction. She gave only a slight pause before she reached out.
“You aren’t drinking?”
“Nah, I’ve got precious cargo to get home,” he said, and his smile grew as he moved his arm, extending a hand to let her walk in front of him toward the door.
Oh God, he was a gentleman, too. Crap.
~~~
With his whole game plan contingent on being a gentleman, something that oddly felt a little foreign to him, Ty stayed close to her as he walked outside, extending a hand again to push the storm door open. He didn’t anticipate the door handle had shut all the way. When he pushed, at the glass of the door, it didn’t budge, which crowded them together. For him, he didn’t mind at all. She wasn’t overly tall, maybe five six or seven. He reached for the knob about the same time she did. Their hands collided, and she jerked hers away like his touch scalded her. Her body did a little spasm thing, bumping back against his.
There was a slight fear she might have registered the rigid hard-on in his shorts, but she hadn’t stayed against his body for even a second as she pitched forward, bumping her forehead against the door. Her hand went immediately to her head and he couldn’t help the chuckle. This was no coy game playing; this was a true reaction, and she was about the cutest thing he’d ever seen.
Slower than normal, he turned the handle, opened the door a little, but kept her caged right there, bending to breathe her in as he asked, “You okay?”
“Yes,” she finally said and used her palm to push the door open while she rubbed her forehead with the other. Yep, she was absolutely adorable. “That hurt a little.”
With her hand on her head, she looked back at him. All the weirdness she put off dissipated as she turned to face him and moved her hand from her forehead. A slight red mark marred her clear skin. He laughed again, taking the opportunity to touch her. He lifted her chin to angle her face in the moonlight. He gently lifted the other hand and slid a finger over her pink skin, making sure there wasn’t a bump before looking down at her upturned face.
“I think you’re okay, but head injuries are tricky. I’ll have to keep my eye on you. Make sure you’re acting normal,” he advised, keeping hold of her chin.
She chuckled and moved out from his hold. “Well, if I have to act normal, then we’re all in trouble.”
“Good to know. So if you act normal, I’ll rush you straight to the ER.”
She laughed solidly with that joke, her tense features settling
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