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She bounded down the stairs and directly into his arms for a very damp hug.
He found his hands resting on her lower back as she threw hers around his neck. He squeezed her against him, lifting her up and spinning in the water for a moment before putting her back down.
His eyes captured and held her gaze while they stood there, the water sloshing around them. He remembered what he’d said. That he’d kiss her if it was fixed. He wondered… if it was possible that she’d be waiting to-
“I need to change,” she whispered.
“What?” he asked. She didn’t either. He liked her just the way she was.
“Clothes. Before we meet my brother at Hammer.”
“Oh. Right. Yeah… me too,” he said, nodding and slowly releasing her. She turned and walked halfway up the stairs. He didn’t realize he was staring at her ass until she turned back and snickered.
“You coming?”
“Right behind you,” he said, following her up the stairs and out of the house to his truck. He closed and locked the door behind them.
“Wait… before you get in…” he called, reaching into the bed of his truck and producing a folded up tarp, he shook out and spread over the seat.
She snorted. “Right. Wouldn’t want to ruin your upholstery…”
He chuckled a little at that and climbed into the truck. She followed suit, her shoes in her hand rather than on her feet.
Black heels. Stiletto heels. He’d never really noticed women’s shoes before, but those were…
Fuck, they looked good.
Not… by themselves, but on Teagan. On her feet. Probably on every woman, actually. Not just Teagan.
He tore his thoughts away from the shoes and they rode back to her place in relative silence. Other than the radio, that is. But Jaxon didn’t sing along this time.
She was climbing out of his truck when he said it. “Thank you.” the words were kind of quiet, but she stopped walking, her shoes dangling from between her fingers.
“You’re welcome,” she replied, smiling brightly. “Feel like I kind of oweyou, but okay?”
“No… I mean, yeah… you owed me. But I figured you’d already paid me back with like… pizza… or letting me sleep on your couch instead of the floor in my work-in-progress. Not climbing into a flooded basement and calming me down enough to solve a problem.”
She shrugged. “Don’t mention it, Jaxon. I’m going to go change. I’m wet and wet jeans are cold.”
He laughed. “Yeah… me too. My jeans, I mean. They’re… damp.”
“So come on upstairs,” she said, turning to scurry across the parking lot and up the stairs to her place.
His shoes squished as he followed, climbing the stairs two at a time to land right beside her as she unlocked her door and deadbolt. He followed her inside.
“Need a shower?” he asked.
“Not as bad as you. The bathroom’s all yours,” she replied. “I’ll just change clothes and touch up my makeup before we leave.”
She breezed by him, somehow still smelling like Teagan and not like his wet basement.
He closed the door and undressed, his clothing falling in a wet heat where he tossed it. The shower felt very warm when he stepped into it.
Almost oppressively so.
And it smelled like Teagan too, of course. There was nothing his shampoo and body wash could do to mask the fact that this was Teagan’s shower.
Teagan’s shower where she bathed every day.
