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I spread my arms out. “That’s it. My only secret. I know a bit about knitting.” My cheeks went numb from smiling while I hoped they’d drop that train of thought. “So how about it? Some sort of project to get people excited?”
She slowly turned her attention from me to Macy. Thank God. I’d just about melted under the intensity of her stare. That would teach me to open up. I’d managed to keep my pride intact the majority of the time I’d spent in the States. Hopefully, I wouldn’t lose it now that my days were numbered.
Macy uncapped the marker and scribbled the idea down on the board. “I like it. Do you have a pattern you can use, or do you have to come up with something new?”
“I’ve probably got something I can tweak to make it special for the grand opening. Oh, and maybe sell it online as a kit ahead of time. I got a sample of some incredible baby alpaca yarn that would make a great shawl.”
“It’s summer though. You might want to go with cotton,” I suggested. I swallowed hard as the last word left my lips. When would I learn to shut the fuck up?
“But unless we go with a pima, I’m not sure I’d like to use cotton.” Trinity eyed me with a hint of skepticism in her eye.
Shut up. Just let her make her own decisions. I bit my lip and nodded. “You know your business best.”
“I’m not sure I do.” She gave me a gentle elbow in the ribs.
I vowed to keep my thoughts to myself for the rest of the evening and almost managed to be successful. It wasn’t until we were moving toward the front door that I found the courage to speak again.
“Thanks for your help tonight. I really appreciated it.” Trinity wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head closer to hers. “You were full of surprises.”
“Yeah. Funny how things you haven’t thought of in years suddenly come up in conversation, isn’t it?” I centered her between my arms and clasped my hands behind her back.
“Is that what that was?” She ticked her head to one side.
I couldn’t handle the way she looked at me, like she knew I was hiding something. “What else would it be? You think I’m a closet knitter or something? That I pull on the taps at the bar, then go home to whittle away the rest of my night knitting up beanies or stocking caps?”
“No. There’s just more to you than I expected.”
Macy and Mitch had retired to the bedroom, so I didn’t feel awkward at all about trying to shut down the conversation with a kiss. My lips met hers, hungry to taste her after spending all night right next to her. She ran her tongue along mine and all worries about knitting and yarn and the grand openings faded away as I focused on the way her body aligned perfectly with mine. I’d give up my pact with Wyatt right this second if I could lay her down on the white loveseat and bury myself inside her.
She pulled away first, a little out of breath. “Don’t you have a shift tonight?”
“Yeah.” I spoke into her hair. I could get hard by just catching a whiff of her shampoo. That’s how bad she’d gotten under my skin. “I should probably get going.”
“You have to work tomorrow night?” She wedged her foot between my shoes and leaned forward, pushing her hips into mine.
I let out a low groan. “You want me to have to ride to work with a hard on?”
Grinning, a self-satisfied smile that made me want to pull her shirt over her head, she yanked me closer. “Wouldn’t bother me at all.”
“Oh yeah? Would it bother you if I left you turned on and unsatisfied?” I dipped my head down and nipped along her neck, paying special attention to the spot behind her ear that always got her going. At the same time, I slipped my hand inside the front of her pants and trailed a finger over her panties to feel her wet heat for myself.
She moaned, grinding her hips against me. “Can you be late?”
I laughed. “You can dish it out, but you can’t take it, huh?”
Her hand cupped my balls through my jeans. A bolt of heat shot through me. Damn, what this woman did to me. She turned me on so fast she left my head spinning, wondering what the hell happened. Like now, as she rubbed the front of my crotch. My dick stiffened to the point where pleasure just about turned to pain. I gently pulled her hand away, twining my fingers with hers while my other hand slipped her panties to the side and stroked her, making small circles that I knew from past experience could make her shriek like a banshee when she got close enough to lose herself.
“Want to come back to my place with me? You can hang out while I work my shift, and then I can catch up with you after.” Please say yes. I couldn’t imagine having to wait a full twenty-four hours before getting my hands on her again.
“You think you can make it worth my while?” she asked.
I pulled my hand from her pants, slipped my finger into my mouth and tasted her sweet heat. She gazed up at me, her eyes full of desire. “I think we can work something out.”
CHAPTER 24
Trinity
I pulled the last row of stitches I’d just knit from the scarf I was working on and tossed the whole project on the table. I’d been trying to come up with a new pattern for the grand opening kit Oliver had suggested but couldn’t quite get my cast on right. It had to be simple enough to appeal to knitters at every level but also interesting enough to catch the attention of more accomplished potential customers. Maybe I’d taken on more than I could handle with the co-op project. It wasn’t the first time that thought had crossed my mind.
