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I’m not above begging when it comes to coffee, especially when the bitterness mixes with Saxon’s earthy scent. It draws attention to his chest, and the reason he smells so good. “What have you been doing?” I really wish I had a better poker face, but I can’t help myself as I examine the light hair sprinkled between his firm pecs. Beads of perspiration tangle in the silky tufts. One trickles down the center of his chest, finding a home in the light dusting of curls painting his belly button.
Focusing on anything other than wanting to jump his bones, I notice the smears of dirt on his flank and jeans. That earthy scent, combined with his natural manly aroma, is one I wish to bottle. “I was feeding the animals,” he explains while I nod like a bobblehead, still transfixed on all six-foot-four of him. “Lucy…”
“Hmm?”
“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, I won’t be held accountable for my actions.”
“Like what?” I absentmindedly ask, unable to look away.
When his abs twitch, a moan fills the room. It isn’t until I’m pressed against Saxon’s chest that I realize the sound came from me. Peering upward, I get tangled in his heated stare. “Like you want me as much as I do you.”
“Odds are…I probably do.” He confirms my claim when I feel something deliciously hard stir between us. “Oh, god…” I’m on the cusp of succumbing to my desires, but Saxon, being the practical man he is, puts everything into perspective.
“I think, after last night, maybe it’d be best we keep the PDA behind closed doors.” Reality sinks in even though being lost in fantasy was fun for a while. He’s right. His battered and bruised appearance only supports the cause.
With the tip of my pointer, I trace over his wounds, wishing I could erase each one. “You’re completely right. I was thinking the same thing. I just got…distracted.” Just like right now. The scar above his lip feels smooth, and I need to stop touching it.
My body weeps the moment I unwind from his hold. To cope with the separation, I steal his cup of coffee. It’s a poor substitute, but it’ll have to do. “Someone from work called me this morning.” Saxon pauses from pouring himself another cup of coffee. He waits for me to continue. “I told her I’m not going to Syria.” His relief is obvious. He made his feelings perfectly clear over dinner, but if circumstances were different, I would be going. “I know it’s dangerous, but it’s my job.”
He nods, working his bottom lip, appearing to mull over his thoughts. “I know that.”
We drink our coffee in silence, but there is still so much to discuss. Gathering my lady balls, I address one of the many big fat elephants in the room. “So I was wondering…what happens now? I mean, I know you have to go back to Oregon. You’ve got a business to run. I just…”
“You what?” He leans against the counter, allowing me the floor.
Peering into my coffee, I hope the murky depths give me the courage I seek as I state, “I want to clear your name.”
“What?” he asks, a grin tugging at his lips.
“After what you told me about Kellie and Sam and the SATs, surely we can speak to someone about what happened, and they’ll help clear your record or something.” I don’t actually know if that’s possible, but we have to try. “I hate that your choices have been limited because of what happened. I mean…”
Saxon stops my rampage by placing a finger to my lips. “I love that you want to right the wrongs of my past, but I don’t care anymore.”
“You should care,” I stubbornly mumble from around his finger.
He smirks. “I’ve moved on and so should you.”
“Saxon…”
“I mean it, Lucy. It’ll just stir up old feelings and memories I’ve tried so hard to forget. It’s not worth it.” The fight in me dies when I read the gravity behind his words.
“Fine, but don’t think for one minute that Kellie is getting away unscathed.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He smirks, and my god and all the saints above, he is so handsome.
“I just wish I could do something more. I hate that she got away with what she did.” I know I’m opening old wounds, but I can’t stand back and watch this injustice occur. Kellie deserves some form of punishment or repercussion for what she did. But instead, she’s probably enjoying her second Long Island Iced Tea at the country club.
I don’t realize I’m grinding my teeth until Saxon runs his fingers along my jawline. “You can’t help but try to fix everyone’s problems, can you?”
“I don’t like bullies,” I reply, my convictions coming to light. “I stand up for what I believe in…and I believe in you.”
His thumb drifts across my bottom lip. “I love you. Thank you.”
“I love you, too. And you can thank me when I expose Kellie for the evil witch that she is.” Saxon’s gruff laughter has my nerves calming somewhat, but I’m still furious.
When the gravel crunches, revealing someone has just pulled into the driveway, Saxon looks over his shoulder. His sigh hints that whoever it is will just add to my foul mood. “Looks like you’ll get your wish sooner than you thought.”
He tilts to the left so I can see who it is. “Great,” I mutter under my breath when I see Kellie and Greg’s Audi Q7. We both watch as his parents and Sam emerge from the car. Kellie looks prepared for battle in her best Prada number while Greg and Sam trail behind.
