Mazey couldn’t work out if she was pleased or embarrassed he’d taken care of her—that she’d been in such a state he had to.
And why had he?
Because he thought he should or because he wanted to?
They were friends. Friends at work and outside of it. Never mind that pesky little attraction she felt for him floating around her mind giving her all sorts of ideas. Especially with him on full display in front of her. Most of them she’d never follow through on. Well, not with Rylan anyway, using her vibrator as a substitute wasn’t out of the question.
And now her face was on fire.
She had to get him out of here.
Pushing off the stool, she dodged around the counter and headed for the fridge. “You must have things to do. Places to be. Don’t let me keep you.”
Flinging open the fridge door so hard it bounced back and crashed into her arm, she ignored the jolt and picked up the pie she’d made yesterday. Spinning, she shoved it toward him.
“Here. Take this as a thank you for . . .” She shrugged. “Everything?”
The next few minutes were a blur until she finally closed the door behind Rylan’s clothed back and pressed her forehead against the cold surface.
How was she going to face him at work now?
He’d seen her naked.
She’d seen him.
Okay, fine, they’d both been in their underwear, except a couple of thin strips of fabric didn’t count in this instance.
“Shit.” She thumped her head against the door. “I’ll have to quit my job and move.”
14
Mazey was avoiding him.
She had been since last weekend and his impromptu sleepover.
Rylan grinned.
The woman had been thinking about all kinds of things before he’d come clean and told her the truth.
He’d thought about leaving her in the dark about their night together, stringing her along for a few days. Except he didn’t want her to think he’d lie about something like that even if it would have been in jest.
“Hey.” Cochran slapped him on the back. “How’s it going?”
Rylan straightened from his final lunge and faced his boss. “Is that a friendly or an officialhow’s it goinginquiry?”
“Both?” Cochran smiled. “Grayson gave you a final tick.”
Rylan nodded.
“I noticed you’re doing a lot of working out.” Cochran glanced down at the weights Rylan had been using before he’d switched to lunges. “Any problems I should know about?”
“You’ve seen me do some form of exercise every shift.” Rylan laughed. “I’m good. Physically and mentally.”
“No flashbacks?”
“You mean nightmares? No. Nothing for months.”
“Good. Good.” Cochran slapped his hands together. “Right. Well, I’m heading out. Fingers crossed you guys don’t get any calls tonight.”
