“Paige, Rhett’s running late—” He freezes when he sees Honey.
She rolls her eyes and mutters something I can’t make out.
He stares at her a long minute, tilts his hat to her. “Little Mac.” He ignores her scowl and turns to me. “I’m due at the fire station, but if you wanna head home, I can give you a ride right quick.”
Beau calls her Little Mac. Oh, my God. That’s so cute. Baylee must think so too because she gives me a look.
I gather my things and hug my best friend. Then I wave to Honey. She’s busy giving my brother-in-law a death stare, which morphs into a smile for me.
As my brother-in-law drives me back to the ranch, I can’t resist teasing him. “So what’s up with you and Honey McAllister?”
It’s his turn to scowl. “Not one thing, Miss Nosey.”
“If you say so,” I sing-song.
There’s definitely a story there.
24
PAIGE
I shootoff another text to Abby, who just sent me photos of sweet little Janie.
Please give her a kiss from her aunt Paige!
She’s the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen. I’m so excited for her and Nick.
I have to admit this is giving me a vision for my future.
As Rhett and I drive down the bumpy road, I try not to let myself be too happy. With the window down and the fresh scent of cedar in the air, it’s hard not to smile, especially when my husband’s hand rests possessively on my thigh.
I take him in while trying not to appear like I’m staring. He’s wearing a t-shirt that stretches over his broad chest and shoulders, faded jeans, boots, and an old baseball cap that reminds me of what he looked like in high school.
Except now he’s sporting a full beard, all those muscles, and those sexy as hell tattoos. My husband is a total smoke show.
“You really don’t have to drive me to my PT appointments.” He always seems to find an excuse to drive me into town. I can’treally take my car because the driveway to the ranch needs to be repaved. I can borrow his truck if I need to, but it’s super sweet that he offers.
He shrugs. “Kinda like spending time with you. Besides, your appointments are in the afternoon, which gives me an excuse to avoid going into the office.”
He likes spending time with me.
Ugh, I love him so much, but since he refuses to talk about the future, I refuse to say the words. I put myself out there by telling him I wanted more and sleeping with him, but my bravado has limits.
Plus, he hasn’t said those three words to me.
Rhett’s hand drifts up my thigh, and I grin but put my palm over it to stop him. “You’re not allowed to turn me on before PT.”
He makes a face. “Why’s that?”
I shake my head, a little embarrassed to admit the reason.
Rhett chuckles. “Why’re you turning red?”
Fine. I’ll tell him the problem. “Because you make me really wet, and I don’t have a change of clothes. I refuse to endure an hour of physical therapy with damp panties. It’s uncomfortable.”
Groaning, he shakes his head. “Fuck. Now I wish I hadn’t asked.” He reaches down to adjust himself, and I laugh.
“Serves you right. You’d think with all the sex we’re having that you’d have it out of your system by now.”
