“Bye,” Matt said, looking a bit relieved at the bullethedodged.
Not on your life, kid.
Wolfe narrowed his piercing gaze Matt’s way.“Don’t think we won’t be talking soon, rook.”
Wolfe slid into the driver seat of his luxury SUV and roared the engine to life just before he swiftly merged into traffic on the one-way downtown Denver street.
Pleased he put the kid on notice, it offered Wolfe the time he needed to figure out what in the hell happened between he and the baker, and why he couldn’t dismiss the thought of kissing her and so much more.
Chapter 4—Aspen
“So, that was some seriousheat between you and Uncle Connor.”Mia waggled her eyebrows at Aspen to emphasize her point.
“Connor?”Aspen didn’t remember meeting a Connor, just like she forgot she was pouring batter into a depression of a pan, and the mixture began coating the counter as it escaped the metal holder.“Damnit!Who’s Connor?”
Mia rushed to her side with a towel to clear the rogue batter from the Formica covered prep area.
“His name is Connor Wolfe,” Mia explained, her brown eyes lighting up as she spoke of heruncle.
“And he’s your uncle, how?”
“Well, in name only.He’s my brother’s best friend and teammate, and he’s been a part of my life since just a couple of years after my parents died in the car accident.”Mia folded the towel to prevent the batter she mopped up from dirtying other parts of the counter, but it was also probably a bit of distraction to tamp down the grief Aspen knew lived in her heart.“And I’ve never seen him be so nice outside of family.”
“Wait, what?”
Nice?That was nice?
Wolfe seemed overbearing, aloof and hotter than Hades’ toenails.
If what Mia meant bynicewas how soft that rock band t-shirt that covered his endless expanse of muscles felt underneath her fingertips.Okay.
Ifnicewas that curtain of blonde hair that continually fell across his bearded face in sexy waves and across the tops of his shoulders that had her fingers itching to pull through the strands, you betcha’.
But for the life of her, Aspen couldn’t reconcile the sexiness of the man with the stoic behemoth who didn’t utter a word when it was apparent she experienced a moment locked in his embrace.Her traitorous mind and haven’t-had-sex-in-more-than-a-year body demanded she pounce and take the kiss (and more!) she wanted but Connor just stared at her.No feelings on display.No emotion.Nada.
“Well, I’m not sure aboutConnornever being nice.I like Connor’s name, by the way; it fits him better than Wolfe in my mind.And his offer to help fix the baseboard was kind.And unexpected.And appreciated,” the words poured out of Aspen’s mouth like the batter onto the countertop a minute ago.
