“A moose?” I question.
“Out of my bathroom window!” She points through the door that leads to the bathroom.
I nod, realizing it’s the side of the house that doesn’t face mine. Which is why I didn’t see anything when I first heard the scream.
Without another word, I walk to the bathroom.
She’s going to keep shouting, anyway.
Water drips from my boots with every step, but she’s already made a mess in the hallway herself. Another decision I regret instantly is walking into the bathroom, because the smell of her honeysuckle shampoo or body wash or whatever the hell she was using hits me right in the face.
That’s when I spot our friendly neighborhood moose staring right through the window.
I want to laugh, but now I’m just annoyed that I ran here, got drenched from the rain, and she’s not actually hurt. I almost wished it was an intruder, not because I want her hurt, but because I’d love a face to smash in to let out the frustrations of the day.
“A moose,” I confirm, walking back into the living space.
“Yeah, I said that,” she replies, her voice many decibels lower than it was seconds ago but annoyed nonetheless.
“That’s a nice change. You’re not yelling.”
“Sorry for fearing the wild animal outside of my window,” she says defensively.
One arm flies out as she talks, and her towel slips a little bit before she catches it. My eyes snap to where it just fell a few inches. Almost giving me a full show of her perfect breasts.
Fuck me.
I’m not supposed to find her attractive, but my dick has a mind of its own as I stare at the beautiful woman standing in front of me, dripping wet. It just needs a minute to catch up to my brain that she is supposed to aggravate me.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” I say quickly and turn away.
As I’m about to walk out the door, something that soundssimilar to crying comes from behind me, forcing me to turn around to face her again. Except it’s not tears. She’s laughing.
I furrow a brow, and she notices. Only making her laugh that much harder. She holds her towel over her chest with one hand, while she bends over and rests the other on her thigh. The move causes the slit to open even more, exposing her bare side to me. If she moves even an inch, I’m going to see everything.
“A moose,” she repeats again, before laughing uncontrollably.
God, her laugh isalmostcontagious. I want to laugh with her, but I can’t find it in me. This whole situation after the day I’ve had is not amusing.
Only a true city girl would scream like this over wildlife.
“I can’t believe I just overreacted to a moose in my window. It was staring at me naked in the shower. I mean, you know that’s a glass shower, right?” she says, catching her breath. “It just watched me touch myself.”
My jaw practically falls to the floor in shock.
What in the fuck?
This isnotan image I wanted in my head right now.
Her hand covers her face, the towel almost slipping again. “Oh my god. Not like that. Oh my god, foot in my mouth.Again.”
“Again?” I tilt my head in confusion.
“Your. Uh. Sister. Poppy. She came into Batter Up. I totally thought she was your girlfriend.”
My lip curls in disgust.
“You thought my sister was my girlfriend? What kind of sick shit do you think goes on in Bluestone Lakes?”
