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My quirky love of obscure art and design won’t outweigh that.
And our money is off the table.
Not that I’ll be mad when he ends up with her. He deserves to be happy.
“Make sure I’m your best man at the wedding,” he laughs as he starts scrubbing salad bowls. “You guys clicked over pastels and shadows. I saw it.”
“I didn’t miss the fact that she practically drooled every time you tossed wood on the fire.” I suppose we should both be grateful we got to spend an afternoon in the presence of a beautiful woman who wasn’t wanting anything more than company.
After everything is cleaned, and I’m lying in bed, it’s impossible to keep my mind from straying though.
I want to trace the elegant lines of her body with my lips, paint her with my kisses until she explodes into a rainbow of colors.
What would she look like with her tawny locks spread across my pillow while I fuck her with my tongue?
With a groan, I roll onto my side, propped by my stiff cock against the mattress.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt this…excited.
Smitten would be a better word.
Before I can stop myself, I’ve freed myself from my boxers and stroke myself with a muffled groan.
I barely grab tissues in time to keep from making a mess across my bed.
What is she doing to me?
After a fitful sleep, I wake up earlier than normal.
“Morning,” Reece grumbles from the couch, his coffee cup already half empty. “You look like shit.”
“Thanks, sunshine.” I know he’s not lying. I didn’t bother to shave when I realized the power was still off this morning. “We should move all of the stuff from the fridge to the back porch today.”
I can’t stop my eyes from wandering across the street to Stacy’s cabin.
Then I pause. “Reece? Did you notice that there’s no smoke coming from her chimney?”
“Damn it,” he mutters. “I hope she’s not over there frozen to death. I think it’s even colder this morning.” He points to the delicate flowers of frost that decorate the corners of our window.
“One of us should check on her.” I want it to be me.
But with a sigh, I notice the excited pull to his lips. “Go on. You’re the Boy Scout. If she hasn’t turned into an icicle, she’ll likely be very glad to see you.”
I just hate that I know I’m putting the two of them together.
Without me.
Chapter 10 - Stacy
Ithink I screwed up.
I thought I put enough wood on the fire last night. But my phone is dead and I didn’t set an alarm.
Holy shit, is it cold.
But I’m just so tired, I don’t want to get up.
A heavy knock on the door startles me awake.
