Page 23 of Cuts Like an Angel: Part 2

Chapter Twelve

“I’m sorry,” Rosie said as they drove into town.

“Oh, bloody hell, Rosie,” William cried, pained.

“Not about the damn pan,” she hurried. “I get it’s just a stupid pan. I never meant it to seem like that was the problem.”

“I can read between lines, you know. Don’t forget I’m a professional living disaster myself.”

“Oh no, don’t try to take this. This has nothing to do with you.”

He gave a sigh, and she glanced at him, not wanting to wear it fifty feet into the ground. “You’re right. I was a victim in all of it. This woman breaks into my home while I’m showering.”

She guffawed a laugh. “See, I should have done what I first intended.”

“Dear God, you had a plan A?”

She laughed more, loving his sense of humor. “Actually, yes. But I chickened out.”

“Do I want to know?”

She slid her finger across her lower lip, watching the pretty trees pass. “I’m not sure.”

“Well, it can’t have been worse than nearly burning our home down,” he urged, like he wanted to know.

She rubbed her hands along her jeans.

“Dear lord, you’re frightening me.”

She laughed. “Stop it! I get nervous just thinking about it.”

“You planned to maybe serenade me while I showered?”

She guffawed more laughter, eyeing him. “Close.”

He shot glances at her and she pressed her lips tight when his eyes filled with a heat. “Oh,” he said, suddenly looking like he was strangling the steering wheel. “Tell me,” he finally said after a few awkward moments.

“Tell you?” she cried.

“You don’t have to,” he said.

Rosie lowered her gaze and heat tingled through her body at seeing he was aroused. “I was going to meet you in the shower and… bless you with my oral talents.”

“Dear God,” he mumbled, desire thick in his voice. “And you didn’t why?”

“Because I remembered I didn’t have those talents?” she barely squeaked out, shame heating her cheeks and neck.

”So, instead of lighting me on fire, you lit the house on fire. At least the themes were consistent.”

She couldn’t contain her laugh, covering her face with both hands.

“You don’t need talents with me, Rosie,” he mumbled, the words strained a little. She noticed him adjusting his hips and her own body responded with need.

“I’ll remember that next time.”

“Bloody good,” he said, sounding no less tormented.

“I have an issue with… reflexes.” She pointed to her mouth, and he eyed her several times.

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