Page 8 of Taking Denver

Denver points at me. “You’re a pervert.”

A laugh bubbles up my throat. “I am not!”

Denver crouches slightly and extends her hand. “Wesson, come here before the bad man gets you.”

While she’s distracted, I climb out of the pool and quickly pull on my underwear. I run my fingers through my hair and watch Wesson ignore her, the dog happily still doing laps.

“You’re not a great dog owner.”

Denver glares at me over her shoulder. “I can see your dick through your underwear.”

I step behind the divider to hide said dick, leaning the top of my body out. “Be firm with him. You’re the one in charge.”

“Stopmansplainingmy dog to me!”

“You have to lower your voice.”

“Shutup.”

“Wesson, here, now!” I deepen my voice, quipping the words and catching the dog’s attention. Wesson paddles over and climbs out of the pool.

Denver straightens up and stares at me, a soft flush climbing her throat.

My lips twitch into a smirk. “Are you blushing?”

She scoffs and brushes nothing off her dress. “You wish, pervert.”

“You liked my sexy dog voice.”

“Oh, grow up.” Wesson shakes and covers her with water. She blinks, staring at her dress that’s now half-plastered to her skin. She sighs. “Wesson, go inside, please.”

The dog wiggles happily through the doors, and I’m sad to see him go.

“So…” I keep my eyes fixed on her face, not the damp white material clinging to her body. “About this morning?—”

“Let’s not even discuss that disaster.”

I try not to appear too offended. “Are you saying you didn’t have fun?”

She rolls her eyes. “Sure. Best minute of my life.”

I scowl. “It was not one minute!”

“I know. I rounded up to make you feel better.” She sticks her tongue out at me, and I skirt around the divider and take her arm, pulling her to me.

“We can try again if you’re so disappointed,” I say, wondering where the hell this confidence is coming from. “Or would your husband be jealous?”

She lifts her chin in silent challenge. Fuck, she’s pretty. More than pretty. My heart is hammering from her closeness.

“Not likely,” she says. “I’m not married anymore.”

That’s good news. I’m not itching to fight a guy strong enough to marry a woman like her.

“You should let go of me.” Her gaze drops to the hand I have on her arm. “Or I’ll knee you in that big dick of yours.”

A grin cracks my face. “I can’t decide which name I like best,Bad BoyorBig Dick?”

Her bottom lip twitches as if she’s biting the inside of it. “MaybeCan’t Take a Hintwould suit you better?”

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