“Maybe I’m a nice guy.”
She licks her lip and winces.“Somehow I doubt that.”
I clutch my hand to my chest and stagger back like she’s shot me.“Ouch.”
“I’m just saying.You’re a biker and hardly what I’d call a boy scout.”
“What would you know about bikers?”
“My mom dated a few when I was younger.”
“Not all men are the same.That’d be like me saying I’ve dated a florist before, so they are all stuck-up cunts.”
“Touche.”
“Do you want a refill or are you ready to get some shuteye?”
“I don’t want to sleep, but I don’t want another drink.”Her gaze lingers on my mouth.
I find the remote to the TV and hand it to her.“Good night, butterfly.”
“Night, Woods.”
I finish my drink and stump out my cigarette.Kicking back on one of the other couches, I doubt I’ll be doing much sleeping.If I were a better man, I’d call that prospect back to guard the door.But I’m not.So I don’t.
I lay here in the dark watching her battle whatever is running through that pretty head of hers, knowing I’m inviting pure trouble into my life.Like I don’t have enough of it back home.
I’m not sure how much time passes when she says, “Woods…you awake?”
“Yeah.”
“Can I ask you another question?”
“I’m listenin’.”
“You can say no, but would you…would you hold me?Just until I fall asleep.”
It’s a terrible idea, but the vulnerability in her voice has me sliding in behind her on the couch she lies on.
With one arm slung across her belly and my leg thrown over hers, I don’t pull away when she twists around to bury her face in my neck smelling like peaches, pressing her sweet body to mine.
“You smell good,” she mumbles.
“So I’ve been told.”
“Woods?”her lips move against my skin she’s so damn close they feel like a kiss.
“What?”
“Why didn’t he just leave me?If he still loved her.Why torture me because I wasn’t her?”
“Men are selfish pricks, but no one can answer that question but the bastard you married.Don’t let one asshole make you doubt your worth.You’re gorgeous and you’ll meet someone else.Someone who will treat you like a queen.”
“You’re just saying that to be nice.”
“I’m not nice.”
“You aren’t fooling me.”
