The man presses the edge of his blade in, and I freeze. A keen sting zips across my throat. It’s barely a scratch.
“Be careful what you dig up, Sheriff.”
The metal leaves my neck, and I turn my head, but the man is gone. I check my mirrors, but there’s no sign of him.
The only thing that lets me know he was here is the burning cut.
He could’ve killed me.
All he had to do was apply a little more pressure.
But he gave me a message instead.
And now I know…I’m on the right track.
CHAPTER 12
BLAKE
Everything is fine. Everything is fine.
I slept with a man I’ve been pining over since I can remember, then the second found me in the shower with my fingers in my pussy, and then the third finds me in the shower while the second is shirtless.
It’s no big deal. Nothing to see here.
I’ve never been ashamed of my body, but there’s something about my childhood crushes seeing me naked that makes me feel exposed.
My hands tremble with nervous energy as I button up the shirt I found in Santiago’s closet, making the task take longer than normal.
I’m searching for my jeans when the door to Santiago’s bedroom opens. Practically jumping ten feet in the air, I turn and tug on the hem of the flannel, struggling to hide my lack of pants.
Santiago stands in the doorway with a plate of food. “I come bearing sustenance.”
His eyes zero in on my legs and trail up my body. He gets a look on his face that has my thighs squeezing together, which, of course, he notices as well.
I shouldn’t be embarrassed, but there’s a big difference between last night and this morning. Last night was a fantasy. Today I have to face reality.
Clearing my throat, I scurry forward and snatch the plate from him. “You made this?” I cross the room and plop down on the bed. My stomach growls as I find steaming French toast, hashbrowns, bacon, and eggs.
“Walker called in the order to Main Street Diner and had me pick it up,” Santiago admits and joins me on the edge of the bed. “But I put it on the plate.”
When he sits down, he leaves no room between our bodies. We’re touching from hip to shoulder. “Martha looked ready to rip my head off right then and there.”
“Why would she do that?” I ask, ignoring the fact that my mouth is full of delectable carbs and sugar.
Santiago deepens his voice, mimicking a villain. “Because I’m the big bad man who has sullied the fair maiden.”
Snorting, I almost choke on my food. “I’m nowhere near fair maiden material, and you’re hardly my first.”
I feel Santiago perk up next to me, and I realize my mistake.
Never talk about past boyfriends or hookups with my current one.
Not that Santiago is my boyfriend.
“Who was your first?” He questions pointedly.
Still staring down at my delicious breakfast, I steer the conversation in a complete one-eighty. “You had a couple of visitors this morning.”
