Page 64 of Her Cowboy Baby Daddy
She tapped on the door. “Push your clothes into the hall. I’ll put them in the dryer.”
A moment later, the door opened, and Spence shoved the clothes out in a wet pile, then shut the door again. Hayley scooped them up and headed for the laundry in the basement. She shoved them in the dryer, set the timer and went back upstairs, nearly jumping out of her skin when she found Spence standing in the living room, a towel wrapped around his lean waist.
“You are supposed to stay under the spray until you’re warm.”
“I’m warm.”
“I have a robe that you can wear while your clothes dry.”
“I’ll stay in the towel.”
“You’re hard to deal with.”
“Why did you drive to the campsite, Hayley? How did you even know I was there? No wait. Henry told you.”
“He did.”
He took a couple steps forward, then seemed to realize that she might find it awkward to converse with a half-naked man in her living room, and stopped, hitching the towel higher.
“I’ll take the robe,” he said softly, his gaze boring into her.
“Right.” But Hayley didn’t move. “I like to plan things, Spence. I like to know exactly what’s going to happen and when.”
“Yes. I’ve recognized that about you.”
“And you seem happy not knowing what’s happening next.”
“I’m comfortable with it. I kind of like surprises in my life.”
She lowered her gaze, then raised it again. “I don’t know what’s going to happen now.”
“What do you mean?”
She pointed at the ground. “Like now. Right now. You and me. I don’t know.” She gave him a look that probably bordered on imploring. “You are shaking up my world.”
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“I don’t want you to feel sorry or bad.”
“What do you want, Hayley?”
She opened her mouth. Closed it. Sent a pleading look heavenward, and then before dropping her gaze said, “I guess I want you to drop that towel.”
The air went still. Or so it seemed. Hayley slowly lowered her gaze and found Spence staring at her with a skeptical expression. Then he deliberately let go of the towel, which dropped to his feet, and damn... he was as perfect as Hayley had always imagined. She swallowed.
What in the hell had she just done?
Something that she had no intention of undoing.
“I have condoms.” She gave herself a swift mental kick after uttering the stark statement. “What I mean is that I’m not looking for, you know...”
“A donation?” Spence asked softly.
Hayley should have blushed, but, miracle of miracles, she did not. “Yes.”
He started toward her, his erection growing with each step. Hayley didn’t look away. She was too concerned with not drooling. The man was gorgeous.
“Maybe,” he said, when he came to a stop only a few inches away from her, “you can tell me what you do want.”
