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She didn’t bother looking up when she spoke. “Shit, no way!” she said. “I lose time when working.” There was an edge to her voice that I’d not heard before.
I ran a hand over my head. “Unless you want me exposed to the elements with only a towel to save your innocent eyes, I could use a few clothes.”
She finally looked up. She put her hands on her hips and glared at me through icy eyes. “I thought you didn’t need looking after, macho man.” She strode across the workspace and came to a stop in front of me. “I thought you could look after you and your fucking own perfectly well by yourself?”
Fire burned in her eyes. I had no idea what she was talking about, but seeing the angel turn into a spitfire had me thinking dangerous thoughts—thoughts of grabbing her right there and then and showing her exactly what kind of man I was.
“I never pretended to be anything other than what I am, Bou. I’m not a fucking nice guy. Never said I was, but this bullshit, whatever it is...”
She cut me off. “This bullshit is what you said to me after I fed you, or have you forgotten you were a first-class ass already?”
I massaged the back of my neck. “I don’t remember, no. Whatever the doc gave me fucked my brain up. I’m sorry if I sounded ungrateful, but what I said was true. I don’t need anyone.”
“Yeah well, you’re gonna need someone to help you until you get back on your feet and that lucky bitch is me.” She turned to walk away but I grabbed her wrist and stopped her. She swiveled and glared at me.
“Hey. I never said you were a bitch. I know that word didn’t fall from my mouth, no matter what the doc prescribed.” I let her wrist go. She rubbed it with her other hand. “I’m sorry that I said that to you. I am very grateful for your help. I woulda died out there. Don’t think I don’t know it. I just don’t want you thinkin’ I’m gonna be getting comfortable here, that’s all.”
“I think that’s something we can both agree on.” She turned to walk away.
“Bou.”
She whirled around. “Yes?”
“Sorry I was a jerk. I’m not used to this.” I held both hands up, forgetting I was holding the towel. It slipped, exposing everything. I rushed to grab it and cover myself back up.
Bou snorted then walked over to a mound in the rear of the shop and slung back the canvas that covered it. Goddamn, Betty was banged up pretty bad. Worse yet, my bags were no longer attached. Bou reached over the seat, giving me the perfect shot of her heart-shaped ass. My eyes widened and my lips parted. I locked my knees to keep from going over as I mentally measured up how well my palm would fit over one of those cheeks.
When she stood, she had my saddle bag in one hand and was opening it with the other. From the lean, her tits had shifted up and appeared even fuller than before, and her little tank rode up to give me a mouthwatering view of her tiny waist. I dropped my gaze halfway to the concrete floor so I could still watch her in my periphery. My fingers curled inward, my muscles clenched into a fist then relaxed, and two thoughts ran through my mind: one, If I was going to get out of here, I needed blood to flow to somewhere other than my dick, and two, what was it about this woman that made my gut yearn for something?
She pulled out some of my clothes. “Not sure how you’re going to get these jeans on.” Her gaze drifted to the cast on my leg, then she lifted her star-filled eyes to mine with a little pout. I so fucking wanted to bite her pouty bottom lip. Instead, I ran a hand over my skull cut, looked to the side, then accepted the stack of clothes. “Got any scissors?”
She looked down at my waist. Instinctively, I flexed my abs. I’d worked hard on them and wanted her to appreciate the view. Her words said one thing, but her eyes told a different story.
Bou covered her mouth—her turn to look away. She cleared her throat. “That’s all the clothes you have. Probably don’t wanna be cutting them up. Celt will be here in an hour. I asked him to bring some sweats.”
I hobbled closer, invading her space and inhaling her erotic scent. Static electricity bounced between us. Lowering my voice, I said, “Are you saying you’d just like to keep me naked in your bed until then?”
Bou sucked in a breath. “Ah, n-no. That’s not what I meant.” She fidgeted, looking one way then the other, and wiggled around me.
“Then what did you mean, Bou?” A grin spread on my face as I turned around and leaned back onto Betty’s seat, taking the weight off my leg. Sitting allowed me to adjust myself under the towel. The pressure eased... some.
Bou had put a bit too much distance between us, but the way she’d squirmed said she needed the space. She straightened a socket and hung up a wrench. Damn, the woman knew her way around her tools. How fucking hot was that? Finally, she faced me and leaned a hip into the counter. “How did you find out my name?”
I hedged. “It’s what your brother called you, isn’t it? And the doctor.” I couldn’t really remember much about last night, but I wasn’t about to give away that I’d found the book in her closet. It made sense that her brother and Doc had called her by name.
“My bro— How do you—?” She held up her hands, palms forward. “You know what. Doesn’t matter. You’re obviously feeling better. Celt and I will work on getting your bike—”
“Betty,” I interrupted.
I fucking loved the way she pinched her lips when she realized it was the name of my bike. I didn’t think she liked it, but she got my drift.
Bou continued, “When we get Betty back in riding order, you can be on your way. We don’t need any of what you’re peddling here in The Ridge.” She started cleaning up the air sprayer.
As she disassembled the airbrush, her weight shifted to one side so that her hips were angled. She chewed on one lip as she took apart the tool, and she glanced at me a couple of times until at last, she pushed the sprayer away from her and said, “I thought you wanted to get dressed?”
“Waiting on sweats, remember? Plus, I’m enjoying this show.”
“My brother will have your head if he walks in and you’re sitting here naked, watching me... Well, he’d probably put a bullet in your head first and ask questions later. I suggest you wander your bare ass back to the bedroom, and I’ll send him in when he gets here.”
