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“Enjoying the view?”
His deep voice startled me so much, my head snapped up, right as I stepped to the side. Unfortunately for my ankle, there was a kettlebell to the left, and I ended up falling. Through several muttered curses, I was finally up and crawling out from behind the hanging items in his closet.
“How did you know I was here?”
Wes stood over me with his arms crossed, a soft smirk in place as he watched me.
“I have cameras, River. So I watched as you made your way through my house, snooped through all my shit, and then contemplated whether you should go inside my room.”
Oh shit.
There was no way to talk my way out of this now, so I stood up and tugged my shirt down, so it was straightened out.
“So…you knew I was here, what are you going to do about it?”
I knew he’d never hurt me, but he might get pissed enough to kick me out of town or something.
Wes stepped closer, erasing the space between us.
“I think you’re going to tell me what you’re looking for, and for your sake, I hope you brought your letter.”
Under these lights, his eyes almost glowed against his sun-kissed face and dark hair—it wasn’t fair how shamelessly attractive he was. I closed my eyes and looked to the side, just to help with the heat growing between my legs.
“I don’t have the letter,” I started, but cleared my throat to gain steam. He was standing too damn close for my brain to function properly. “However, as far as why I was here, I wanted to—”
My eyes found his again, and my explanation faltered. If I told him why I was here, he’d shut me out…ensure I was as far away from his house and club as possible. He couldn’t know that I was after secrets, or what might be on this property.
My face flushed as I mentally reached for another thought that had been bugging me, hanging out in the peripheral of my mind.
“Wanted to what?” Wes breathed softly while his hand rested on the copper button of his jeans. With one tiny flick they opened, and I watched as he slid the denim down his legs, leaving him standing in just a pair of snug boxer briefs. He’d always worn this type of underwear when we were dating, but his thighs were never this muscular, and his abs were never this pronounced. The dusting of dark hair leading from his navel down below the line of his briefs had my mouth parting.
This was new, as well.
Wes dipped his head, grabbing a fresh pair of boxers before repeating himself. “Wanted to what?”
Recovering, I slammed my eyes shut and trailed after him as he headed toward the bathroom. “I wanted to know if you were dating someone.”
I did want to know, but I also would rather die than hear him talk about dating someone.
He suddenly turned in place, his gaze searching mine as if he knew I was lying, but there was something else there too. Something primal and full of hurt and need.
“I mean, I know I don’t have a right to ask but I—”
“You don’t have a right.” He cut me off, his voice stern and laced with venom.
I glared, tilting my head so he’d have an unobstructed view of my entire face.
“I mean, I do have some right, considering.”
That firm jaw clenched as he stared down at me with what felt like a twinge of madness.
“You think because I used to know you almost a decade ago, you have a right to break into my home and snoop around my shit, just to see if I’m dating someone?”
Heat engulfed my face as he continued to stare, and his statement washed over us. It wasn’t a question, we both knew the answer. I didn’t have any right to be here or to care about him anymore. I had to remember that I wasn’t really here just to see if he was dating; I was here to gather intel. The reassurance had me straightening my spine under his scrutiny.
“I’ll always have that right, Wes.”
His incredulous laugh snuck under my skin, swelling painfully inside my chest.
