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I groan.
Get over it. He’s a man. A young one still and, I’m sure, a pretty healthy one, too. He’s had sex with women—Cole is proof of that. It’s unrealistic to think he’s going without. He’s going to bring a woman home sometime. Everyone has needs.
I drop my eyes to his torso, the thin, black pullover rain jacket molded to his body like a second skin. His sleeves are pulled up, showing off his forearms, and I swear I can see the rain falling down his neck from here. He’s tall and broad, and I love the way his T-shirts fit and he wears his jeans.
When a man looks that good in clothes, you know he looks good out of them.
And if he looked half this good in high school, every girl must’ve wanted him. I’m curious to know what he was like then, but then there are some things I don’t want to know, either.
April passes him a bag but fumbles, and he darts down to grab it before it fa
lls from her arms.
They’re smiling and leaning in close to each other, and my lungs hurt.
And, as if he senses me watching him, his eyes suddenly dart up, meeting mine, and for a moment everyone else disappears.
I stop breathing. Shit.
I look away, quickly grabbing another bag.
I don’t look back, even though I can feel him watching me.
Once the truck is empty, I take out my water bottle and drink the rest, walking over to Pike’s truck and tossing it in the bed.
“Ready?” I hear him say.
I spin around and see him coming over and pulling off his soaked jacket. His T-shirt rides up with the movement, and I tear my gaze away from his stomach.
“Are…are we all done?” I ask.
He throws the coat into the back and digs another water out of the cooler. “This is about all we can do, I guess. We just need to hope it’s enough and it holds.”
I take one last look around, noticing everyone has moved on to one thing or another. Some are climbing into their cars and some are still positioning bags or chatting.
I whip off my jacket, too, toss it into the bed of the truck, and climb into the passenger seat.
I pull the door closed, and he starts the engine, the wipers immediately kicking into gear from where they left off on the drive over.
I look out the window.
“Oh, shit,” I breathe out, gazing out in the distance. He follows my gaze.
The truck sits higher up, and we have a full view of the river beyond, all the way to the other side. A small set of islands that sit in the middle is now almost covered with water, and houses on the opposite bank are threatened as the river rises half-way up their stilts.
It still has a long way to go, and the rain has already slowed down a little. Hopefully it will be fine.
“I can’t believe how high it is,” I say. “Surreal.”
He turns to me. “You’re smiling again.”
I meet his eyes, my face relaxing. Was I smiling? “Well, I’m trying not to,” I tell him, breaking into another one. “I mean, I hope no one gets hurt and no one gets flooded, but…”
“But?”
I shrug, feeling a little guilty. “I kind of liked helping today, I guess. It’s fun to get dirty.”
He laughs under his breath and shifts the truck into gear. “You haven’t been dirty yet,” he teases. “Fasten your seatbelt.”
