“Why didn’t Cody just tell me the truth?” Abbyasked.
“It’s not exactly something you can be open about,” Madison said.“Hey, baby. I want to fuck your brains out, but I might turn into a thousand-poundfurball.”
Abby couldn’t help but smile when she put itthatway.
“You should go talk to him,” Madison said. “He was veryupset.”
“I can’t.” Abby shook her head. “I was only planning on staying here for the week so that I could get my headtogether.”
“I heard about the trial. It wasn’t your fault,”Madisonsaid.
Abby’s head snapped up. “Hetoldyou?”
“Alittlebit.”
“He shouldn’t have said anything,”Abbysaid.
“It’s been in the newspaper. I already knew the basics, he just filled me in on thedetails.”
“It wasn’t his story to tell,” Abby said. Anger churned in her gut. She’d revealed a lot of personal information to Cody. How much had he told Madison? “I need to talk to him. Whereishe?”
“He’s probably up in his room at the main house,”Madisonsaid.
Abby eyed her suitcase. She should pick it up, get in the car, and leave. That would be the prudent thing to do. But a thread of connection tugged at her heart. She couldn’t leave without giving him a piece of her mind. And… she couldn’t leave without seeing him onemoretime.
Chapter9
Abby bangedon the door to Cody’s bedroom. “I know you’re inthere.”
The door swung open to reveal the disheveled man. How could he look so rumpled and sexy at the same time? He had a terrible case of bed head and his shirt was wrinkled in a hundredplaces.
As her gaze dropped lower, she sucked in a breath. He wasn’t wearing anything under the shirt. Shelookedaway.
Dammit,focus!
She was supposed to be mad at him for talking to Madison about the trial. But it was hard to be angry with someone who could make her wetter than a river. She pressed her thighs together in an attempt to stop the rush of desire from flowing into her sex. Too late. She’d never met a man who could get her so completely aroused soquickly.
“Come in.” Cody stepped back to letherin.
After crossing the threshold, she folded her arms over her chest. In the center of the room sat a large bed. Long logs made up the frame. The blankets were pulled back, exposing the forest green sheets. Across the room, a matching dresser littered with framed photographs butted up against thewindow.
She moved closer to get a better look and picked up a black and white photo of a couple wearing 1960’s clothing. The woman sported a beehive hairstyle, large pouty pink lips and a tie-dyeddress.
“My mom,”Codysaid.
“She’sbeautiful.”
“Shewas.”
“Shedied?”
“Severalyearsago.”
“I’m sorry.” She set thephotodown.
“I thought you were leaving,”hesaid.
“Iam.”
