“And you should know that I’m tired of waiting – I keep trying to make myself clear, but since you’re not taking any notice of me, I’ll just come out and say it – I think it’s time. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

He blew out an exaggerated sigh. “You’ve made yourself perfectly clear the last couple of nights. You’re torturing me, darlin’.”

She shrugged happily. “Are you complaining?”

“Hell no.” Sleeping next to her and not making love to her was getting more difficult by the day. Especially because she’d gotten it into her head that they didn’t need to wait anymore.

For the last few nights, she’d been tempting him in every way she could – and he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.

This morning when she’d slid her arm around his waist, her hand had made a detour to the south and when she curled her fingers around him, it had taken everything he had not to give in and give her what she wanted.

He stepped back and adjusted his pants again with a rueful smile. “I need to get going. I’m supposed to be meeting Ty in a few minutes. But tonight … tonight we can talk about it.”

She gave him a sassy smile. “How about tonight we stop talking about it?”

He squeezed his eyes shut. “You’re killing me, darlin’.”

“No, you’re killing me. I’m glad that we took things so slowly. I’m glad that we’ve been sleeping together all this time before we get to sleep together. But I’m done waiting.”

He eyed the cast on her leg.

“It’s fine,” she said. “I’m hoping that the cast will come off next week. And before you suggest that we should wait until it does, think about it. With the cast on, things might be a bit awkward, but we’ll figure it out. If we wait until it comes off, you’ll have a whole bunch of new excuses about not hurting me or something.”

He rested his hands on the arms of the wheelchair as he leaned in to kiss her.

“I have to go. Promise you’ll call me if you need anything? I’ll be with Ty for maybe an hour. Then, I want to stop in to see Libby at the barn. I should be back here by lunchtime.”

She pursed her lips. “I promise I’ll call you if I need something, as long as you promise not to worry about me.”

“Not going to make you promises I can’t keep.”

She rolled her eyes. “Okay, but will you at least promise me that we can talk tonight?”

“Yeah. But …”

She waved a hand at him. “Go on, you don’t want to be late for Ty. Tell him I said hello.”

He chuckled. “All right, I’ll see you later. Love you, darlin’.”

She met his gaze and held it. “I love you, too, Trav.”

When he got to the restaurant, he sat outside in the truck for a minute, willing his dick to forget about their conversation – and more importantly to stop agreeing with Retta that they didn’t need to wait anymore.

He hadn’t been joking when he told her that she was torturing him. He hadn’t felt this sexually frustrated in years – maybe ever. Sure, he took himself in hand in the shower now and then to take the edge off, but it couldn’t squash the need. His desire for her pulsed in his veins and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

He jumped when his cellphone buzzed with a text, and grinned when he saw who it was from.

Zeke: Hey, Duke. Are those cabins of yours ready yet? Thinking it might be time for me to take a break.

Travis: The first few are done. I’m not ready to open the place for business yet, but if you want to come, there’s always a place for you. When are you thinking?

Zeke: Sometime in the next few weeks.

Travis: Just let me know when and there’ll be a cabin waiting for you. How you doing?

Zeke: You know.

Travis’s smile faded. Zeke had been a good friend for years when they served in the Navy together. Their paths had led them in different directions since, but Zeke was one of those guys who fell off the face of the earth for months, or sometimes years at a time and then came back around like no time had passed at all. He fought an ongoing battle with alcohol addiction. From his reply, Travis guessed that he’d been through another dark spell and was coming out the other side again.