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“Maybe you can talk to him when he’s sober.”
“Don’t think that’ll do a lot of good.”
It was hell wanting to help someone and not be able to do it. She wanted to help Austin; Austin wanted to help his fellow bull rider.
She rolled over, trying not to think about the guy lying few short feet away from her, staring up at the dark ceiling. She shifted positions a few minutes later and tried to force herself to relax.
What would happen if she made a bold move, got into his bed?
According to him, he’d kick her out again to save them from doing something they’d regret.
No…to save her. She was certain of that. It wasn’t as if she was going to break Austin Harding’s heart.
She balled her pillow up under her head even though she felt more like putting itoverher head. Then maybe she wouldn’t be able to smell the warm masculine scent drifting her way, hear him moving in his bed.
“Kris?”
She froze. “Yes?” Her voice was barely audible.
“Areyouokay?”
She almost said no, she wasn’t okay, but she wasn’t going to pile something else on his plate. If he’d wanted to sleep with her, he’d be in her bed right now.
“Yes. I’m fine.” If one didn’t count tension, frustration at not being able to help, and gut-level desire to feel a hard body pressed against her own.
“Then, please…for the love of all that’s holy…go to sleep.”
