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She sighed. “Yeah. I guess I am.” She set up a pillow down the center as he slipped underneath the covers.
“Luce?” he asked.
“Yeah?”
“Knew I liked you.”
“Go to sleep, Will.”
Sometime during the night, the pillow line blurred, and William’s arm snaked around her waist. In the depths of sleep, she had snuggled against him and settled her head under his chin. He smelled of sleep and safety. When she came to, she tried to tug herself away, but his arm tightened, and his breath evened. It was then, when she knew he was asleep, he mumbled her name. Oh God, the way it sounded on his lips. This time, instead of wriggling away, she burrowed deeper into his embrace. She wasn’t asleep. And she’d hate herself tomorrow.
Probably.
CHAPTER TEN
Lucy pressed her foot into something hard. She nudged it with her toe. Hard and warm and human. She jolted up on the bed. A warm hand pressed the tender spot above her ankle. A warm, male hand.
“If you wanted a foot rub, all you had to do was ask. No need to kick.” William sat at the bottom of the bed in his plaid, lumberjack-inspired shirt. His attention was currently on the bare foot she’d shoved against him, his thumb giving some deep tissue attention to the arch.
“I didn’t want a— Oh. That’s nice.”
He hit some kind of trigger point. She moaned. Yup. She did. Right there in bed with William. The yearning from the night before pulsed through her again like warm honey.
“Luce, I have to go take care of some stuff. You’re on your own today. Can you swing by the lodge, ask some questions? I’ll follow up when I get back tonight.”
What? They were kind of married, and he was rubbing her foot. He couldn’t just take off.
“What time is it?” She flicked her hair from her face.
“A little after six. Got something that needs attention.”
He covered her foot with the blanket and tucked it in.
What could possibly need attention when he was on his honeymoon?
Cue a Lucy reality check. This wasn’t real. Well, the massage had been real, but the rest, definitely not real. All smoke and mirrors and…foot rubs.
And next, please.
“’Kay.” She propped herself on an elbow. He had obviously been up awhile. Wet hair curled around the collar of his button-down shirt. What would it be like to unfasten each of those little buttons and run her hands along his chest? Her gaze moved back to his wide-awake face.
Functioning on no sleep was clearly one of his superpowers.
“I’ll get some video and chat with the other guests. See if they’ve had anything stolen.”
“Visit the spa. That’ll give you lots of time away.” He shrugged and then moved his hand in another slow caress of her ankle. Over the comforter, but she’d take it. A little tug between her thighs reminded her that she was a woman, he was a man, and they were on a bed together.
Sweet baby Jesus. She really did make the worst choices right after waking up.
She pulled a pillow over her face.
“Start by de-grumping before you hit the wilderness? I’ll be back in time to two-step.” He tucked the quilt around her waist before sliding away to shove his wallet in his back pocket and tag his keys off the counter. “Don’t forget to turn on the cameras when you head out.”
He snagged his cell phone and gave a little two-finger wave as he left.
Through the grog of morning brain, she heard him talking. He didn’t sound happy. “What’d he do this time?”
Lucy lay still, trying to convince herself the things happening between them weren’t a big deal. Except, somewhere around two a.m., when he had cuddled her close and whispered her name, it had become a big deal. Her breath stayed trapped in her chest at the memory. This time she wasn’t an awkward teenager with nothing to offer. No, she was the new and improved Lucille, and somewhere within, a tiny piece of her had hoped William was ready for “more” with the new Lucy. But, no, that didn’t work. A fling with her future boss was a bad idea all around.
