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She blinked at him. “You’re telling me to leave?”
“This is how it is. Take it or leave it.”
“Youcould leave.”
“You’re on my territory.”
Savannah’s eyes narrowed and she leaned in. “The house or Becca?”
“I think you know.”
Toby gave a little gasp and Daniel cleared his throat.
Savannah held Beau’s gaze for another few seconds, then she nodded. “Yeah, I think I do.”
Beau felt his heart racing, but worked to not give away everything he was feeling. Protective and possessive were not typical feelings he had for Becca Bollier. But damn, they’d come on swiftly.
And it was clear that was exactly what he felt. He wasn’t jealous of her time with these three. He didn’t care if she spent time or shared secrets with them. It wasn’t that. But if they weren’t going to take care of her, then yeah, he would step in.
“Okay, how about this?”
He looked toward the doorway. And was really glad he didn’t have anything in his mouth to choke on.
Holy. Shit.
This time she was dressed in short,shortdenim shorts that cupped her ass, a fitted white tank top that cupped her breasts, ankle-high brown boots that probably cupped her feet just as nicely, and, sure enough, a tool belt. Oh, and a hard hat. He didn’t care about the hat. Or rather, he couldn’t focus on it. The belt kept pulling his eyes to the flare of her hips, which emphasized her narrow waist, which emphasized the curves of her breasts. In the tank her arms and shoulders were bare, her smooth, fair skin looking very strokable. And her legs… they were bare too, of course. Those lickable thighs looking even more delicious now.
She spread her arms, meeting his gaze. “Better?”
Worse. So much worse. Because this was a much more normal outfit. In the devil costume he could chalk his reaction up to one of shock and no-way-that-doesn’t-work-for-her-at-all. But these were…shorts and a tank top. Ninety-nine point nine percent of the girls he knew had worn that at some point in their lives. Okay, not that tight and short maybe, but still. These were normal clothes. Hell, he’d probably seen Becca in shorts and a tank before. And they were definitely working for her.
But now he had new things in his head. Thoughts of virgins and college guys just out to get laid and no one looking out for her and…okay, how hot she looked. Hey, he was still a guy too.
“No,” he said.
Becca sighed. “Come on. I won’t be wobbling on heels.” She lifted one boot and wiggled her foot. “I won’t be constantly pulling this down to be sure it covers my ass.” She turned and wiggled her butt.
Beau barely kept from groaning. He cleared his throat. “That looks like a major wedgy waiting to happen.”
She faced him, arms crossed. “Don’t worry about my wedgies. What’s wrong with this one other than that?”
Well, she looked like…Luke What’s-His-Name’s next girlfriend. That was what was wrong.
“You’re gonna get a lot of attention in that,” he said.
“Isn’t that the idea?”
“Is it?” He met her eyes directly. Challenging her. Was that what she really wanted? If so, fine. “Let me put it this way,” he said after several ticks. “You’re gonna walk out of that party with a date. I don’t know if it will be Larry or not, but someone’s gonna offer. Probably more than one. Be sure about what you want.”
She held his gaze for a few more beats. Finally she swallowed. “Just look at the last costume.”
“Fine.”
Again, she hadn’t corrected his misuse of Luke’s name.
“How about carving a pumpkin now?” Daniel asked as Becca disappeared.
“Yep. That’d be great.” Beau took a knife and an innocent gourd and went to town. He was nearly done gutting the thing when she came back into the kitchen.
