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“I’m good,” Lizzie said. “I just needed—” She waved a vague hand in the direction of the bathroom. “Thanks so much for babysitting. Was Roman okay?”
After one last quizzical glance, Yvonne picked up her bag and stowed her laptop inside. “He was great. I made sure he brushed his teeth, read him a story, and he went straight to sleep.”
“Thanks again,” Lizzie said, all too aware of Adam’s quiet presence and unwilling to even acknowledge him until she got herself together. As if that was ever going to happen when he was around. She walked over to open the door as Yvonne said good-bye to Adam. “I’ll see you tomorrow at work.”
Yvonne kissed her cheek and went on down the stairs. Lizzie closed the door and reluctantly turned back to Adam who was regarding her steadily, one eyebrow raised.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Sorry for what, exactly?”
Heat rose in her cheeks. “I think you know.”
He leaned one hip against the countertop and slowly shook his head. “Did I scare you?”
“No.”
A crease appeared between his brows. “Then why did you run away?”
Lizzie stared at him, her brain scurrying around like a cage full of rabid mice. “It was . . . personal.”
“You needed to use the bathroom?”
“That wasn’t it.” Lizzie decided to be brave. “You made me, I mean . . . I climaxed.”
His silence this time was so long that Lizzie only remembered to breathe again when she felt giddy.
“I—” It was his turn to be lost for words. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
“Of course you didn’t,” Lizzie fervently agreed with him. “It was on me. Now, can we just forget about it, have some coffee, and then you can leave?”
He slowly rubbed his hand over his unshaven jaw and mouth, which made Lizzie’s newly reawakened lady parts perk up even more.
“That’s kind of a . . . hard thing to forget.”
Lizzie marched over to the door and held it wide open. “Then maybe the sooner you leave, the sooner you’ll get over it?” She smiled sweetly. “If you like, I could push you down the stairs so you’ll land on your head and forget about it completely.”
He didn’t move an inch, his curious gaze fastened on her. “Do you do that a lot?”
Lizzie folded her arms over her chest. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no, I don’t. It was a first for me. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to mention it to you.”
He nodded, finally straightened up, and walked toward the door, stopping only when he was nose to nose with her.
“What?” Lizzie refused to drop her gaze.
He smiled, took her hand, and pressed it against the still-hard bulge in his jeans. “Well, at least you got off.” He let go of her and kissed her on the nose. “The only place I’m heading for is a cold shower. ’Night, Lizzie.”
She watched him leave, one hand covering her mouth in case she gave in to the urge to call him back and offer to help him out with his little problem. Not that it was little.... Her body was very keen on the idea, but her mind was not ready to go there—yet.
With a groan, she flung herself down on the couch. What was happening to her? Hadn’t she learned anything from her brief fling with Ray? Sexual attraction didn’t last, and wanting sex just because you hadn’t had any for years was never a good reason to jump into bed with someone. There were other more reliable ways to get sexual satisfaction that currently resided in her bedroom drawer. The fact that she’d come so easily for Adam Miller should be a warning, not a source for celebration.
Chapter Nine
If he took any more cold showers his skin would fall off. Adam stared grimly at the new calves Ben and he were unloading. The smell of shit, the bawling cattle, and the sudden rain weren’t making him feel any better. He counted the calves as they emerged down the ramp into the prepared field, and closed up the back of the trailer.
“We’re good.”
Ben, who had been stacking hay and feed cakes, and making sure the plumbing worked on the water trough, nodded. “They should be fine here for a couple of days until we decide where to put them.”
