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We find the garbage bag of clothes behind the Bigfoot costume. Once we look more closely, it's obvious that the costume is on a mannequin.
"Here's a pair of sweats the might fit you," Clover says.
I'm skeptical. Jaxon is a couple inches shorter than me and about half my bulk. He's wiry and I'm… Not.
"Yeah," I hold the sweatpants up to my waist. "There's no way these are going to fit. Why don't we trade? I'll wear your towel and you can wear the sweats?"
Clover takes them from me and hands over the towel, entirely unself-conscious about being naked in front of me.
Her ass rises into the air as she bends over to pull on the sweats and I can't take my eyes off it. Or my hands.
"Down boy," she says over her shoulder as she stands. "He's clearly reluctant to call the police, but I don't doubt for a second he'll do it if we're not down there in less than five minutes."
"I'm not going to jump you right now, relax."
I wrap the towel around my waist and step out of the closet so I can keep that promise.
She comes out thirty seconds later in the sweatpants, rolled over several times at the waist, and a white t-shirt that hangs well past her waist. "Don't I look sexy now?"
I kiss the end of her nose. "You always look sexy, baby."
She smiles up at me and my heart flips.
I'm a total goner for this women.
***
"The first question I have," Jaxon says before we're even all the way down the stairs, "is how many surfaces of my house have you had sex on?"
Clover hops to the bottom of the stairs and smiles, fluttering her lashes like an innocent angel. "What makes you think we had sex anywhere? Like I said, we just came in to get out of the dark and cold because we were lost."
Jaxon scratches his chest and doesn't say a word. He looks pointedly at the various articles of clothing spread around his living room and the small wooden elephant on the floor next to Clover's sports bra.
"The couch, the shower, and the bathroom counter," I say.
Clover glares at me.
"What? He should know for cleaning purposes. I'd want to know if it was my house."
"It's been a real slow burn between us," Clover says. "The sexual tension kind of exploded when we got stuck here tonight."
She leans to the right, taking the weight off her injured knee.
"Would it be okay if she sits?" I ask Jaxon. "She hurt her knee and I'm trying to keep her off it."
Jaxon eyes us warily. "She can sit on the stairs. Until I know what the hell is going on, I'd prefer you stay on the other side of the room."
I scoop Clover up and set her down on the stairs. She shrieks in protest, but I pat the top of her head. "Just let me take care of you."
"I've been taking care of myself a long time, Aldridge. Just because we had sex, don't think you're my protector now or some masculine bullshit."
"Of course not, dear," I say, sarcasm heavy. Of course I'm going to take care of her, that's what you do for people you care about. I'd hope she'd do the same for me if I was hurt.
She scowls.
Jaxon clears his throat. "I'm still here."
I straighten and spin. "We're training for the trail race coming up in a couple weeks and we're slower than we should be. We tried to take a shorter trail and ended up lost."
