Page 32 of Rayna's Daddy

“Why’d you stop?” He leaned against the couch.

“That’s not the type of little you like.” I picked at the couch cousin.

“And, why are you concerned about what type of little I like?” He nudged my knee.

I shrugged.

I peeked up at him. He smiled. I looked away.

“Awe, Rayn Drop.” He took my good hand. “Truth is, since I saw you in the lobby with your shoes untied, dragging that huge suitcase behind you, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

“Really?” I tilted my head.

“Really.” He squeezed my hand, and the warmth spread through his fingers into mine. “Then I saw you at the party in that dress with your hair with the gazillion pins in it.”

I shook my head. My hair was teased up to the ceiling. I could feel the weight of it on my shoulders now.

“You pulled each one of those pins out of my hair one by one and it didn’t even hurt.” I bit my lip. “My little comes out when I’m inebriated, too. Apparently.”

He laughed.

“I don’t drink much.”

“I thought so,” he rubbed his beard. “What was the glass of wine about earlier?”

“I figured it was what people my age drink when they are having dinner with a hot guy.” I slapped my hand over my mouth.

“Hot guy, huh.” He rubbed his stomach. I stared, hoping to find a hint of those abs I caught a glimpse of earlier. We sat in silence for a few seconds. My hand throbbed, but it paled in comparison to the way my heart raced.

“Didn’t you promise me a tour?” I changed the subject.

“I did.” He stood up. “How does your hand feel?”

“Cold.” I shrugged.

He lifted the ice pack. “Wiggle your fingers.”

I wiggled them. They were sore but not painful.

“You think you can keep the pack on and walk at the same time?” He teased me.

“I’ll give it a try.” I nodded.

Kyler helped me off the couch. Walking me through the house.

The kitchen, living room and dining room were one big room separated by half walls and an island. The masculine brown and beige color theme ran throughout the main room. Behind the kitchen was a small hallway and some stairs, which led to a large game room with a pool table, poker table and a bar along one side. Kyler pressed a button on a keypad near the far wall and it disappeared, revealing an outdoor patio and pool.

“Wow.” I walked to the side of the pool. Stooped down and put my good hand in the water. It was cold. “This is amazing.”

“I’m happy you like it.” Kyler walked over to the edge and placed his hands on the four-foot concrete railing. “Come check out the view.”

I walked toward him but stopped a few feet away.

“Come closer.” He motioned.

“I’m good right here.” My heart raced and the blood running through my veins made my hand throb.

He looked over my shoulder.

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