Page 20 of Light My Fire

“No, I don’t,” Luke says shortly, his back to us.

I’m staring at his ass as he bends over. I’ll admit it.

“He might need some help,” Jackson says.

“Doubt it.”

“Maybe another pair of hands,” Jackson suggests. “I knowIdon’t need an extra pair in here.”

Luke turns and plants his hands on his hips. “If you’re worried about Wyatt, why don’tyougo help him?”

“Because I’m afraid if I leave you alone with Brooke, you might bite her,” Jackson says.

I’m watching them toss words back and forth, but I frown at that. Did he mean to say ‘bite her head off’?

Luke’s gaze finally comes to me and stays for a long moment. I feel my pulse drumming. Shouldn’t he be saying something aboutnotbiting my head off? Or biting me at all?

“I’ll be nice,” he finally says.

Jackson smirks. “Well, nice is in the eye of the beholder.”

Luke’s eyes finally leave mine. “I’ll be better behaved than you will be,” Luke tells Jackson.

Jackson nods. “Oh, I have no doubt of that.”

What is going on? There is definitely innuendo here that I’m sensing but not entirely picking up.

Suddenly, the lights flicker on and the hum of the heating system fills the room.

“Fucking thank God,” Luke mutters.

“Hot tub!” Jackson says, his grin huge as he pushes up from the couch. He steps forward and holds out a hand. “Let’s go.”

“Oh, I…” I hadn’t brought my swimming suit. I’d sat out in the hot tub the first night I was here, but I was alone, so I’d gone naked, of course. “We should wait for it to warm up, don’t you think?”

Jackson reaches over and hauls me to my feet. “There was a lid on it, right? It hasn’t been that long. It will be warm enough.”

I guess I’ll be wearing a bra and panties out there. Because honestly, sitting in the hot tub does sound amazing. Now that the blanket is pooled at my feet, it’scoldin here.

“Okay,” I say. “Let me grab some towels.”

“Eureka!” Wyatt declares, coming into the room, grinning widely.

I can’t help but smile at him. He’s so cute. And it’s definitely sexy that he can fix things like generators. I hate to think what I would have done if I’d been here alone, honestly. I could have kept the fire going, but no way would I have been able to do a thing to the generator.

“My hero,” I tell him.

His eyes soften when he looks at me. “I like that.”

He tosses his gloves and hat on the table, and shucks out of his coat. He’s already taken his boots off. His fingers go to the button down flannel shirt he’s wearing. As he begins to unbutton, my eyes widen.

Then Jackson strips his sweater off and the shirt underneath, leaving him naked from the waist up.

“Need any help?” Jackson asks me. “Zippers or buttons you can’t reach?”

His grin is playful, and I grin back at him. “Um, nope. I actually need to go in and put moreon.”

“You can’t wear clothes in the hot tub, sweetheart,” he says.

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