out for you?”
He turned to look at her. She was kneeling in the middle of the bed with her hairbrush in hand. He hesitated, glancing around the room. What in the hell would Cole say if he saw him getting his hair brushed like a little girl on Sunday morning? He cleared his throat and looked back at her.
“I love your hair. I have to admit that I’m envious,” she said with a little laugh.
“Of this mop?” he asked with a snort.
“It has beautiful natural wave to it. My hair is carrot orange and straight as a stick. Even curlers don’t do a thing for it.”
“It’s pretty, like a shiny copper penny in the sun. I like it.”
“Are you serious?” she asked, her expression somewhere between amusement and disbelief.
“Were you serious about my drawl?”
She nodded, and he nodded back with a little wink. She blushed and giggled, then leaned forward and patted the mattress on his side of the bed. He glanced toward the door again and shrugged. Sitting down with his back to her, he waited while she crawled across the bed. Her hands were gentle as she started brushing out the tangles. He vaguely remembered his mama doing the same when he was little. Cut short, his hair was a mess of wild curls. The shit grew fast so it was either cut it every couple of weeks or grow it out. He’d discovered when he was out west that if he let it grow long enough, the weight of the stuff straightened out the damn curls. Fashion be damned, it was easier this way. His eyes closed in contentment as she worked her magic. Like the shoulder rub, he could get used to this.
A yawn finally brought the moment to an end. Gen carefully tied his hair back and surprised him with a kiss on the back of his shoulder.
“Thank you,” he mumbled through another yawn and reached for the light.
“It was my pleasure.”
He waited until she’d put the brush away and scrambled back in bed before he turned off the bedside lamp. Stretching out, he bit back a groan. It had been a long day, physically and emotionally. He nearly snorted at that second bit. Women were not easy. He knew that from his first go around, but he’d decided to try it again and he owed it to Gen to try and make things work. It wasn’t Gen’s fault Catherine was gone. This was a chance at a fresh start for both of them.
She shifted on the other side of the bed, and it felt like she was shivering. Remembering the cool touch of her skin earlier, he reached out for her.
“Come here if you’re cold.”
She wiggled across the bed, and he wrapped her into the crook of his arm.
“Better?”
She nodded, giving his chest a grateful kiss.
“Are you always this warm?”
“I guess.”
She made a soft humming noise of approval. He chuckled.
“I’m glad you approve. You know there’re more blankets in the chest.”
“If you don’t mind, I’m really happy right here for tonight.”
“Tonight, tomorrow night, I don’t mind.” He smiled in the dark and shook his head. Not that he was going to admit it to her, but he liked her curled up to him. It appealed to his manly side. He snorted in the dark, and he could feel her face tilt up toward his. He patted the curve of her bottom in reassurance. When he didn’t say anything, she nuzzled his chest and settled back in. Closing his eyes, he sent up an awkward prayer. I’d been a while since he’d tried it, but it couldn’t hurt. Maybe his mama would put in a good word for him.
Chapter Five
Gen hesitated with the full basket of damp laundry. The past three days had been as close to wedded bliss as she could imagine. Still working long hours to try and take advantage of the mild weather, Trey had been warm and charming at night. She bit her lip. Brutus stood up on the porch, watching her. What Trey hadn’t done, was reverse his order that she not leave the house. He’d been walking up for lunch when a salesman had come up the drive the other day. Trey met him before he made the porch. When she’d opened the door
He turned to look at her. She was kneeling in the middle of the bed with her hairbrush in hand. He hesitated, glancing around the room. What in the hell would Cole say if he saw him getting his hair brushed like a little girl on Sunday morning? He cleared his throat and looked back at her.
“I love your hair. I have to admit that I’m envious,” she said with a little laugh.
“Of this mop?” he asked with a snort.
“It has beautiful natural wave to it. My hair is carrot orange and straight as a stick. Even curlers don’t do a thing for it.”
“It’s pretty, like a shiny copper penny in the sun. I like it.”
“Are you serious?” she asked, her expression somewhere between amusement and disbelief.
“Were you serious about my drawl?”
She nodded, and he nodded back with a little wink. She blushed and giggled, then leaned forward and patted the mattress on his side of the bed. He glanced toward the door again and shrugged. Sitting down with his back to her, he waited while she crawled across the bed. Her hands were gentle as she started brushing out the tangles. He vaguely remembered his mama doing the same when he was little. Cut short, his hair was a mess of wild curls. The shit grew fast so it was either cut it every couple of weeks or grow it out. He’d discovered when he was out west that if he let it grow long enough, the weight of the stuff straightened out the damn curls. Fashion be damned, it was easier this way. His eyes closed in contentment as she worked her magic. Like the shoulder rub, he could get used to this.
A yawn finally brought the moment to an end. Gen carefully tied his hair back and surprised him with a kiss on the back of his shoulder.
“Thank you,” he mumbled through another yawn and reached for the light.
“It was my pleasure.”
He waited until she’d put the brush away and scrambled back in bed before he turned off the bedside lamp. Stretching out, he bit back a groan. It had been a long day, physically and emotionally. He nearly snorted at that second bit. Women were not easy. He knew that from his first go around, but he’d decided to try it again and he owed it to Gen to try and make things work. It wasn’t Gen’s fault Catherine was gone. This was a chance at a fresh start for both of them.
She shifted on the other side of the bed, and it felt like she was shivering. Remembering the cool touch of her skin earlier, he reached out for her.
“Come here if you’re cold.”
She wiggled across the bed, and he wrapped her into the crook of his arm.
“Better?”
She nodded, giving his chest a grateful kiss.
“Are you always this warm?”
“I guess.”
She made a soft humming noise of approval. He chuckled.
“I’m glad you approve. You know there’re more blankets in the chest.”
“If you don’t mind, I’m really happy right here for tonight.”
“Tonight, tomorrow night, I don’t mind.” He smiled in the dark and shook his head. Not that he was going to admit it to her, but he liked her curled up to him. It appealed to his manly side. He snorted in the dark, and he could feel her face tilt up toward his. He patted the curve of her bottom in reassurance. When he didn’t say anything, she nuzzled his chest and settled back in. Closing his eyes, he sent up an awkward prayer. I’d been a while since he’d tried it, but it couldn’t hurt. Maybe his mama would put in a good word for him.
Chapter Five
Gen hesitated with the full basket of damp laundry. The past three days had been as close to wedded bliss as she could imagine. Still working long hours to try and take advantage of the mild weather, Trey had been warm and charming at night. She bit her lip. Brutus stood up on the porch, watching her. What Trey hadn’t done, was reverse his order that she not leave the house. He’d been walking up for lunch when a salesman had come up the drive the other day. Trey met him before he made the porch. When she’d opened the door
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