I was fine with that, but I knew there were some men who would prefer someone who looked different. Which was fine, because there were some men whose looks I didn’t particularly enjoy myself.
That was just life.
Bo didn’t reply, so I finished my bacon and went back to the window.
Not getting dressed was a matter of pride, now. If I put clothes on, it would mean letting him win our little disagreement. Which I wasn’t going to do. So, I’d have to wait a while before getting dressed.
Yay.
I glanced over my shoulder at the grizzly in the kitchen after a few minutes, just to make sure he wasn’t glaring like he wanted to kill me or anything. His entire body was insanely tense, his thick muscles tight and bulging, but he wasn’t looking at me.
That was good.
I guess.
I mean, itdidkind of sting that a guy as attractive as him wasn’t into me. He even smelled good.
Or it would’ve stung, if he wasn’t Bo.
But he was. So it didn’t sting.
I tried to convince myself of that, at least.
“Food’s ready,” Bo said a couple minutes after that. His voice was low, and strained.
I still hadn’t defeated the window.
Common sense was telling me I probably wouldn’t.
“I’ll eat after I get this thing open,” I said. I hoped he’d go into his bedroom or get in the shower or something after he ate, so I could enjoy breakfast in peace.
He growled, and I heard two glass plates hit the stone countertop roughly.
Bo was behind me a moment later. His heartbeat was against my back, his uncovered chest on my mostly-bare skin and his gigantic body engulfing mine as he grabbed the bottom of the window.
With one massive shove, he pushed it all the way open. A little snow fell toward my feet, and I stepped back automatically.
My eyes widened when my barely-covered ass met his very large, very hard erection.
Holy shit.
Was it just morning wood?
It had to be, right? Hewasn’tattracted to me. I was sure of that. I had always been sure of that.
His huge hands were on my waist a heartbeat later, hot and strong. His grip was tight. Possessive, even. He didn’t pull me back, but our bodies were already basically glued together.
His lips brushed my ear. “I was always fucking attracted to you, Madi. I had a crush on you when we were kids. I got off to the mental image of you before either of us was old enough for that to be even somewhat acceptable. I fucked other women where you could hear to prove to myself that I didn’t want you, and it didn’t work.” His grip on my waist tightened while my heart pounded wildly.
My brain and body both had to be short circuiting, becausewhat the actual hell was he telling me?
There was no way Ambrose Stevenson was attracted to me. Not even maybe.
“Go ahead and make a run for it. When you realize you’re not going to survive the trek to the canyon, come back and stay here until the road’s clear. You can borrow my truck when it is. It’s usually only two days or so after a storm like last night’s.”
It took my mind far too long to work through everything he’d just said. By the time I did, he had released my waist and was walking back to the table.
I didn’t let myself look behind me.
