“It’s after ten,” she says, crossing her arms, which tugs the fabric of her tank top tighter against her breasts and her tight, pert nipples.
Fuck, I’m getting hard.
I shrug. “I’m not running any power tools.”
She points at the crowbar next to me. “Might as well. I could hear you working all the way from my bedroom.”
Do not think about her lying in bed, agitated. “Why are you in bed so early, anyways?”
Her nostrils flare. “I have an early start.”
“Ever try earplugs?”
Her adorable little huff has the opposite effect she’s hoping for, but I’m not about to admit it.
“Isn’t it, like, unsafe to be working in the dark like this?” she asks.
“Awe, look who’s caring about my safety.”
“There’s something wrong with you,” she says in a terse voice.
“There’s plenty wrong with me.”
This just makes her scowl intensify, and I shoot her a smirk.
“Don’t you sleep?” She hugs herself tighter.
I shrug. “Sleep’s overrated.” I get so little of it, anyways. On my list of worries, adequate sleep ranks pretty low.
“Aren’t you up all night at the fire station? Don’t you need to recharge?”
I run a hand through my hair. I’m not in the habit of discussing my coping mechanisms with anyone except maybe my brother Everett, or Dad.
“I do other things to recharge.” I cock an eyebrow.
“Ugh!” She turns to go, but I step across the damaged boards and slip my fingers around her bicep.
“Isn’t that what you were up to tonight?” I ask as she whirls around, wild curls framing her gorgeous face.
Her eyes flash in the darkness. “What?”
“You think I don’t hearyournoises?”
Her mouth drops open and even in the pale glow from the moon, I detect the pink flush rising up her chest. She tugs her arm free. “You…you…no, I’m…” She shakes her head, then her glare is back. “Shut up.”
I’m already laughing.
“I’m calling the police,” she says.
I rear back in surprise. “Seriously?”
“Have you been stalking me? Listening?”
I flash my palms. “For the record, I’ve only heard you once, and it was by accident. But go ahead and call the sheriff. I’m sure they’ll be very interested in your uh, complaint.”
“You are so annoying!” she says.
“I know.”And I think you’re starting to like it.
