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I trail my fingers over her head, looking for bruises.Luckily, I can’t find any.
She snickers.“Since when are you a doctor?”
“Hey, watch it, Little Sloane.I’m trying to help you.”
Her eyebrow shoots up.“Little Sloane?Really?I thought you’d have ditched that nickname by now.I’m all grown up, you know.”
My gaze flicks to her broad hips and her breasts.She’s right.She’s all woman now.I grit my teeth.“I know, but you’ll always be Little Sloane to me.”
“Little or not, I need to get back.I have to check on my niece and get the bar ready for tomorrow,” she says, sitting up straighter.
I laugh.Is she serious?
“No way.You’re staying here tonight.”
“But—”
I cut her off.“No buts.You almost got killed.That storm is only going to get worse.I’m not letting you risk your life.I’m sure Benson and his daughter are more than capable of looking after themselves.”
“But Lily is sick.”
I cross my arms over my chest.“Imagine how sick she’ll feel if you die today.”
Her features darken.“That’s an awful thing to imagine.”
“Point proven.It would be horrible.So yeah, you’re not going anywhere, Little Sloane.”
“Okay, I guess.”
She leans against the couch cushions and gives me a scrutinizing look.“I have so many questions.Like, why are you back?And why didn’t my brother say anything?He knows how much I… um, appreciate you.”
“I need a drink for that conversation.Want one?”
She nods.“Sure, whatever you have is fine with me.”
I grab two whiskey glasses and a bottle from a shelf in the living room.If I remember correctly, Benson once told me how much his sister loves experimenting with quality whiskey.Whenever we were on the phone together, I always casually inquired about Sloane.No matter how hard I tried, I could never get her out of my head completely.
I pour the amber liquid into our glasses and hand her one.
“I’ll be right back.I’m going to grab a shirt,” I say.
I was chopping wood before it started raining, and I’m still sweaty and hot from the exercise, but I can’t sit here half-dressed.I have a feeling Sloane would think that’s inappropriate, even though I’ve caught her stealing glances at my chest and abs a few times already.
I pull my shirt over my head and swear I see a flicker of disappointment cross her face, but that could be wishful thinking on my part.
“I should call my brother and let him know I’m okay,” Sloane says.
She fishes her phone out of her jeans pocket and frowns.
“I should warn you, Little Sloane.This high up the mountain, cell service is spotty at best.”
“Seems like it.I don’t have a single bar.”She shrugs.“I’ll try again later.”Sloane pulls her feet under her ass and smiles at me, her hands cradling her glass of whiskey.“So, Maverick.Spill the beans.”
I laugh.“You don’t like mysterious men, do you?”
“I do, but you’re not a mystery guy.You’re my brother’s best friend.I know you.What I don’t know is why you’re here after all these years.Not that I’m complaining,” she adds.
She’s blushing.Cute.Would she also blush when taking off her clothes?
