Page 43 of Falling For You

As I turned off the water, I sighed and toweled off, thinking about the man in my family room.

He kissed me.

Not just a little peck, either.

The electricity running through me was highly charged with desire and something else I couldn’t quite grasp. Whatever drove the sensation was wildly intoxicating, and it took everything I had to keep him out there while I was in the shower.

And that was completely unlike me.

I shook my head and tossed the towel over the shower curtain before I slipped on my clothes. I picked a green wool sweater and a pair of flannel-lined jeans.

Completely sexy.

A shiver ran through me as I thought about where I was only minutes before. Upside down in a trough, followed by minutes of being soaked and nearly carried to my cabin.

I rolled my eyes in the mirror. There was no way he meant to kiss me. Owen was in a small town away from the turnstile of women he was used to.

Simply put, I happened to be available and in front of him.

I scowled at the notion, put some pink lipstick on, and combed my hair.

The moment I opened the door, the heat from the woodstove warmed me, and I glanced at Owen studying me.

“What?”

“You’re just beautiful.”

I smiled and winked at him. “No. I’m here in front of you. I’m easy pickings.”

Owen stretched his long, muscular arms along the back of the couch, and the blanket draped over his shoulders opened slightly, revealing his muscular body even more. A slight smile touched his lips when he caught me checking him out.

My brows furrowed. “What?”

“Nothing.” A twinkle in his gaze lingered as I glanced at the coffee maker.

“Looks like the coffee is ready.” I walked to the kitchen and reached for two mugs. “Do you take anything in it?”

“Plain is perfect.” The gruffness in his voice made me smile. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, his time in Wyoming had made him all man.

“I owe you.”

He laughed. “Yes, you do.”

I spun around with two mugs and walked over to him, handing him his before I sat beside him. The heat warmed myhands as I blew away the steam. Peering at him over the mug’s rim, I couldn’t help but wonder why he was here.

“Your shirt should be dry shortly, and you can be on your merry way doing whatever it was you were doing at Vern’s property.” I eyed him suspiciously.

“Violet.” His voice sounded strained. “I’d tell you if I could, but…” Owen ran a hand through his blond hair, frustration evident on his face. “Look, I don’t want to keep you in the dark, but I have no choice. Mr. Medowski added a confidentiality clause. I had to sign an NDA. It’s ironclad. If I told you anything, I could lose much more than my business. It’s not just about me. There’s other people involved.”

A non-disclosure agreement… His words sounded tinged with anxiety, and I nodded slowly, realizing he wasn’t actually keeping things from me just to be a jerk.

“I hate not telling you. Trust me.” He shook his head and moved the brown plaid blanket over his shoulders.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

His jaw clenched tightly, and he sipped coffee before answering. “Because even saying that could be considered too much.” He shrugged under the blanket and turned to look at me better. “But I just don’t want you to think this is about trust, me trusting you. I do. I just can’t say anything yet.”

“I appreciate that,” I said softly.

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