Next To Me by Amabel Daniels

Author:Amabel Daniels [Daniels, Amabel]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2019-09-13T05:00:00+00:00

Nine

Carly

A minute.

He’d been in the shower for twenty before I got antsy. Maybe he’d been that dirty. It sounded like a smorgasbord of body wastes—and frosting—had gotten on him, so actually, twenty minutes probably wasn’t even nearly enough time.

And ordinarily, I wouldn’t concern myself with his shower times. Today, though, we had a plane to catch. A flight to Colorado, a drive out to find Felicia getting her nature kick on, and then back to Orlando.

Back to normal. Back to…circumstances that Mav and I could live in.

“What are our circumstances?” I muttered it to myself as I watched the Weather Channel, passing time.

Our circumstances were that he was too good to be true. That I wasn’t and probably never would be ready to take that dive again and let a man matter in my life.

Our circumstances were that his sexy ass was showering in a steamy bathroom just feet away, washing away chocolate that, if it hadn’t come from a drunk, I could have licked from his jaw where some had been hidden. His hotness hadn’t even faded with his dirty state of dress. And the injuries on his face gave him an even ruggeder, bad boy appeal. Yeah, our circumstances were that I was still trying to catch my breath and tell my supposedly shriveled and dried-up, jaded-divorcee ovaries to chill.

I flexed my fingers in the comforter, crumpling the downy fabric in my grip. He’d been so firm. Such smooth roughness. Taut muscles and bronzed skin. I could have walked my fingers right on down those washboard abs and unbuttoned his jeans—

“Mav!” I shot to my feet, unable to linger in the hazy la-la land of fantasies of him. Not now when I’d be stuck next to him on a plane.

“Yeah?” he yelled back from the slightly ajar door.

“I’m going to the lobby for a snack.”

“’Kay.”

I grabbed my purse and the room key and left. “I’m sure as hell not going to be there within reach when he gets out,” I groused to myself as I went for the elevator.

If I were, the steam from the bathroom might get to me and make me vaporize my clothes right off my body. And he’d just happen to be there. And—

I stabbed the ground-floor button like it was an eye to poke in on a cartoon.

After perusing the snacks in the vending machine for a few minutes, texting Violet, buying some Tylenol and an ice pack from the convenience stand for Mav’s wounds, and suffering through a phone call with one of Richard’s ex-wives, I was unhornied enough to face a freshly showered Mav.

Or so I thought. He must have missed the memo about needing to pack for this trip because he’d neglected to bring a razor. Or he’d gotten the other memo not intended for him, the one that’d clue him in to the fact stubble was a dangerous turn-on for me.

I smiled at him when he packed his small bag. As soon as he turned around, I bit my lip and held in a slight whimper.

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