Page 40 of Ocotillo Kisses
She nodded, and followed him from the laundry room, trying hard not to notice the play of the muscles in his back, trying not to notice that he had not one ounce of spare flesh.
This time she had to look at the ceiling, to pray for restraint. Her hands itched to slide over his sculpted skin. She had to curl her fingers into fists to resist.
He walked to the pantry and helped himself to a baggie and rice.
“Done this before?” she asked, leaning on the counter to watch him pour the rice in the baggie.
“Only once, but it didn’t work. Ended up having to get a new phone.” He looked over at her. “I’m really sorry.”
Her mind was already racing to figure out how she was going to run her business remotely without her phone. Not everyone liked to text, and many of her contacts had business phones, not cellphones. “It was probably already soaked from the rain. It’s supposed to be somewhat waterproof, but probably not a half hour in a rain storm.”
“It wasn’t that long, was it?”
She shrugged. “I thought you said we were half an hour from shelter.”
“Yeah, maybe.” He sealed up the bag and straightened. “Now we wait. I’m going to go take a shower.”
She kept her focus on her phone, not on the movement of his back as he walked away. She could not let her thoughts travel that path.
Chapter Sixteen
“Dove found her way home,” Britt informed him as soon as he walked down the stairs after his shower, carrying a spare pair of boots. She was sitting at the long dining room table with his mom, coffee cups in front of each of them. “Your foreman called up to let us know. He said your phone went straight to voice mail.”
Con grimaced. He’d left his phone upstairs, wanting to be distraction-free today. Good thing he hadn’t taken it, or it would be in the same shape as Britt’s.
“Clothes dry yet?”
She blinked. “How fast do you think the washer is?”
Ah. So he wouldn’t be heading out any time soon.
What had he been thinking kissing her like that in the barn? Pushing her up against the wall and—?
Clearly the drenching rain hadn’t cooled his desire, nor had the cold blast he’d stood under upstairs. Of course, remembering that she’d been under the same blast only a few minutes earlier hadn’t helped.
Kissing her was a mistake. Wanting her was a mistake. She was only going to leave again, and soon.
