All Fired Up: A Small Town Enemies to Lovers Romance (Green Valley Heroes Book 7) by Allie Winters

Author:Allie Winters [Winters, Allie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Smartypants Romance
Published: 2024-10-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

MADELINE

Looking up at the sky for approximately the millionth time since we started our run, I eye the dark clouds rolling in toward us that seemingly popped up out of nowhere. The weather was fine all afternoon. Is it Murphy’s Law that it would only turn bad as soon as I need it to be nice?

“You worried about that?” Hunter asks, pointing above. Though he usually runs behind me, today he’s beside me. Not like we could have a conversation, though. I’m always breathing too hard to talk.

I nod and he asks, “You want to cut it short?”

A clap of thunder overhead has a yelp escaping from me, and he laughs. I push at the immovable wall of his shoulder and tell him I want to head back, though we’re probably still almost ten minutes away from his house.

Thunder rumbles again, and a few minutes later, the downpour comes, soaking us to the bone. It’s one of those summer showers that goes from zero to sixty with little warning, but there’s nothing to do other than keep running the last five minutes, even when I accidentally step in a puddle that submerges my foot up to the ankle.

Lovely.

The sight of Hunter’s home in the distance is the best thing I’ve seen in a long while, though I’m a cold, shivery mess as we finally reach it and he opens the garage door for us. I shove my hair out of my face, sure I look like a drowned rat, but I can’t care about that as I pant, catching my breath after that last sprint.

“Let me get towels for us,” Hunter says, toeing off his shoes by the door that leads inside.

I nod, a puddle forming around me as water drips from my clothes onto the concrete floor.

My eyes widen as he strips off his shirt and drops it on the floor, raindrops running in rivulets over his impressive chest and down the length of his flat abs. He’s never taken his shirt off around me before, even when working out. Sure, I’ve seen his clothes cling to him, but that’s nothing compared to the sight of him like this, so close I could reach out and brush my fingers over the dusting of hair on his pecs. Over the hard ridges of his abdomen. Over the dark trail of hair that leads into his gym shorts.

The dripping shorts in question come off next, followed by his socks. That leaves him in only a pair of tight boxer briefs, molded over him in a way that leaves little to the imagination.

He turns and I school my expression to remove the shock from it, not wanting to appear like a prude.

“Be right back,” he says, leaving me alone in the garage.

My hand cups the back of my neck, feeling the heat there, despite the chill surrounding me. He was undressing so he wouldn’t drip water all over the house. It was a practical thing, not a sexual one.

If I’d seen

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