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“Mind if I join?” He asks.
My eyes follow the movement of his lips. It’s become a habit. Even when I have my hearing aids in. I take in what’s he’s wearing. Some black joggers and a grey t-shirt that’s soaked with sweat around the neck and down the front of his chest. It leaves nothing to my imagination.
I nod before tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. His steps are long as he crosses a few rocks to the clearing next to me. I watch him sit, still confused as to why Greyson Roy is out here. Sitting next to me in silence. He’s home from college for the summer. As a college football player, it shocks me he still visits often. He’s only a couple of hours away though, so I guess it makes sense. His entire family is here.
“It’s nice out here,” he says.
I glance over to see his profile. His jaw has a layer of rough stubble and he moves his arms, balancing them on his knees. The movement causes his biceps to bulge and for the first time in two months I actually feel something. A flutter. Deep in my stomach because I’ve always thought he was handsome, but up close. This close. He’s gorgeous.
Masculine, gritty, and his hands….they’re big and calloused. I momentarily forget what he said, but I blink, and bring my hands up to sign.
It’s my favorite place.
He watches my hands, but I know he doesn’t really know sign language. I’ve spoken to him a handful of times over the years, but I’m all of sudden very self-conscious. I know I sound different.
I’m staring at the lake when I feel his hand move towards me. He tugs at the bill of my Timber Creek PD cap. “You gonna let me hear your voice?”
His question causes me to blush and I flicker my eyes up to his face. His smile is genuine and I notice the beautiful gold flecks in his eyes.
Jesus those are pretty.
I shake my head no, and face the water again. I’m not ready.
“So, you got a claim on this place?” He motions around.
No. I shake my head again.
“Good.” He pushes up to his feet, slipping his ear buds into his ears. “Same time tomorrow.”
He takes off in a jog before I can respond. I already know that tomorrow, I glance down at my watch, at four-thirty PM, I’ll be right here, waiting.
Chapter 11
Tilly
“You have got to be FREAKING kidding me,” I shout out into the silent vehicle.
The entire day after I got caught being a peeping Tom was terrible. I had two students have complete meltdowns. The sole came off my favorite pair of boots and I spilled spaghetti sauce on my white sweatshirt.
I’m flustered over Blaine’s lack of presence and irritated at Greyson’s unwelcome arrival. My entire lunch hour was spent listening to four women who were supposedly “happily married” gossip about some vulgar and downright nasty things they would gladly do to the NFL superstar who just got to town.
Well, not my whole hour. I lasted about forty minutes before I couldn’t take it anymore and I took out my hearing aids.
Now, I’m currently sitting on the side of the snow covered road. My car in the ditch and my breaks suddenly nonexistent. At least they were when I tried to miss the deer that darted out in front of me. They were fine at lunch, I’m not sure what happened between then and the four hours it was sitting in the parking lot.
When I finally catch my breath, and move my shaking hands, I glance out the window to see my entire hood covered in snow.
Awesome.
Grabbing my phone from my purse, I wretch open my door and climb out. My car is angled downhill, making the door swing back and almost smash me against the side before I dart out my arm to stop it.
I would only be able to accurately describe it as the legendary Edward Cullen move.
I gasp, squeezing my body from beneath it, but lose my footing and I end up with my ass planted into a large pile of snow. Now I’m soaking. Perfect.
Gritting my teeth, I stand before I’m tromping to the front of my car to attempt to lift the hood. For what I don’t know. I have zero knowledge of motors.
The hood is bent as heavy smoke bellows out from underneath into the night sky, so I do the only thing I can do. Make a call.
