Page 66 of The Other Guy

“Even if it’s just a little, the fresh air is good. Want to join us?”

“Maybe in a bit. I need to see how a trip to the restroom goes.”

“Sounds good. Take your time. I have plenty of clothes you can wear if you decide to venture out.”

Actually, the thought of her wearing more of my clothes isn’t an awful one. I love seeing her in my t-shirt and boxers as it is. Even smelling like me from her using my shampoo and body wash in the shower is doing all sorts of things to me.

“Thank you. Hopefully the worst is behind me.”

I nod and move to my bedroom and throw on a hoodie and some tall socks before going to the utility room and slipping my feet into a pair of boots. I grab my gloves and a stocking hat and step outside with Toby, not worrying about his leash. The snow is so deep he can barely move the way it is. I open the side garage door and get the shovel so I can scoop a path for him in the yard. He waits patiently like he’s used to this kind of treatment.

“Anything else, your majesty?”

He cocks his head to the side and walks onto the path. After finding the perfect spot to do his business, he gets a little frisky, jumping around in the snow and catching snowballs in his mouth as I throw them. We play for a while until he seems to either get cold or bored — or maybe both — and we go back inside.

I wipe his feet so he doesn’t track snow everywhere and refill his water dish and wow… suddenly I’m a dog dad and don’t even own a dog.

“You’re probably hungry, huh?”

He barks once so I assume that means yes. Finding a couple packages of ground beef in my freezer, I get to work thawing and browning it so that he at least has something to eat. I’m sure it’s not the ideal meal for him, but I don’t have many other options right now. It’s not as if I keep actual dog food in the house for random pet drop-ins.

And I’m pretty sure that Toby’s happy with his current situation. I drop about half a pound of cooked and cooled meat into a bowl and he has it gone before I blink, looking up at me for more.

“Sierra!” I call out, wondering where she is. Before I give him more, I want to ask her.

“I’m in here!”

I follow the sound of her voice to the bedroom and open the door without knocking. And there she stands. Eyes like a deer in headlights. Arms at her sides. Breasts swaying freely. And only wearing my boxers.

“Oh, shit!”

I spin around and slam the door shut behind me but the image is already seared in my brain. I know I won’t be able to go to sleep tonight without seeing her bare breasts flash before my eyes. It was only a split second but it didn’t take long for the vision to settle in.

“Sorry!” I shout just as the door flies open.

She’s holding a shirt up to her chest to cover herself from my wandering eyes again. It doesn’t matter, though. I already saw everything I’ve been craving to see. “Sorry? Don’t you knock?” Her voice holds a trace of humor that she’s trying to cover up as irritation.

I step back and lean against the hallway wall. We’re still only a foot apart, though. Hardly any room between us. Throwing my arms up in the air, I try to defend myself while I pace back and forth a few steps. “I wasn’t thinking, okay? I was feeding Toby and wanted to see how much more he could have and…” I stop and turn to point at her, “you didn’t say you were naked!”

“Oh, it’s my fault? Besides, I wasn’t naked. I had your boxers on. But the door was closed. I assumed that’d be enough to keep you out.”

“Well, you assumed wrong!”

For the first time since we woke up this morning, she has less clothing on than I do and I’m beginning to understand her restlessness around me.

Because for the life of me, I can’t remember ever seeing a more beautiful woman and am having a really hard time getting my body under control.

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