“Captain Wesley?” August’s eyes bulge from their sockets. “The man livin’ two cabins down from me?”
“That’s the one.”
Finn chuckles and shakes his head, kicking at the dirt with the toe of his boot. “You’re a fuckin’ idiot,” he drawls.
“Fuck off,” I bite out. “You’ve got no room to talk. You fucked your nanny, who also happens to be your ex-girlfriend’s twin brother.”
“Break’s over,” he announces, flipping me off. “You wanna keep yappin’, get back to work while ya do it.”
“Okay, I’m not seein’ the big deal,” August says as we make our way back to the truck.
I groan. “The big deal is, it’s beendays—three, to be exact—since we all got home from the campin’ trip, and it’s all I can think about. It’s driving me up a fuckin’ wall.”
“How did this happen in the first place?” Finn asks. “I’ve seen Ford’s ex-husband, and you do not strike me as that man’s type.”
A smirk tugs on my lips. “Shit, I’m everyone’s type.”
“Sure, you are,” he deadpans. “But again, how did it happen? What, you two got drunk during the trip and one of you ended up in the other’s tent? While that’s on par for you, it doesn’t really seem in line with his character.”
“Get this,” I say, holding back a smirk. “I matched with a guy on a dating app about a month or so ago. His profile was mostly anonymous, so I had no idea who it was until I saw a tattoo on Ford that matched the guy on the app.”
“And then you two figured it out?”
“That’s the wild part… My profile isn’t anonymous.”
“Oh,shiiiit.” August throws his head back and laughs. “Captain Wesley knew it was you?”
I nod. “The entire fuckin’ time.”
“Well, that makes things interesting,” Finn hums under his breath.
“I’m still not understandin’ why you said you shouldn’t have hooked up with him.” Confusion wrinkles August’s forehead. “You’re both consenting adults. Why would it matter?”
“Remi would bepissedif he found out,” I explain. “I kind of have a track record of fuckin’ his boss.” I pause with a wince, then add, “Okay, it’s really only one other boss, but it’s a sore subject. He’d be pissed.”
“So, don’t do it again,” Finn says. “Problem solved.”
“Yeah, that’s the thing, brother… I don’t think it’s possible to not do it again.”
Memories flit through my mind, heating my body in a way the Texas heat could never. The way Ford’s mouth ravaged mine in the tent that second night. The way his hungry eyes held mine as our cocks slid together. His tight, rough hand wrapped around us, and mine on top of his. Every groan and grunt. Our shared heavy breathing. And the way he utterly fell apart for me—becauseof me.
Everything about it was fucking hot.
The gravel in his voice scratched something inside my brain, and after we finished, I found myself not wanting to leave. Lying beside him in that tent was nice…comforting. I left in a hurry because I was worried if I didn’t, I’d end up staying there all night.
What is it about him?
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Finn drawls, pulling me from my thoughts. My brother looks from me to August, his brow lifted. “You seein’ what I’m seein’?”
“That Holli-boy has feelings for the hot captain?” August chuckles and nods. “Yup, sure am.”
My face twists up. “Don’t be fuckin’ ridiculous,” I spit out. “I do not. I barely know the guy.”
Finn’s watching me with amusement dancing in his gaze. “Sure. Whatever you say, brother.”
Flipping him off, I drawl, “What happened to gettin’ back to work, asshole?”
August rolls his lips to stop from laughing, and that’s the end of it.
