Page 11 of His One True Wish

He was so calm and logical, even while standing buck naked. “The dustbin is in the broom closet,” I whispered.

“I know where it is,” he said, his expression somewhere between puzzled and cautious. Still naked, he walked to the broom closet across from the fridge, giving me a perfect view of his round, muscular ass. He took out a broom and dustbin and walked back to the whiskey mess, careful to avoid glass. Stunned, I watched, my mind struggling to make sense of this naked man and his dog.

“What are you doing in my gran’s house,” I asked again.

“Your gran’s?” He held the broom in his hands.

“Yes,mygran’s.”

“Are you Louise’s granddaughter?” He leaned the broom against the counter and opened up a drawer, pulling out more kitchen towels and dropping them on the floor.

“How do you know her name?”

“Louise is my landlord. I moved in six months ago.”

“What?” I said. An unexpected rush of emotion moved through me. My legs trembled, so I gripped the cupboard to keep from tumbling to the floor.

CHAPTER 4

BILLIE

“No,” I said, shaking my head and waving my plastic Baileys bottle in the air. “No way.” The naked man pushed the whiskey-soaked towels to the side before picking up the broom and continuing to sweep up pieces of glass. “Gran or Mason would have told me about you.”

“Mason from the Buzz On In Bakery Cafe?” He stopped sweeping and looked up at me. Arms crossed over the top of the broom, he used it like a cane. My pulse roared in my ears.

How could this guy be so nonplussed about being naked in this kitchen? His voice was low and sexy, so calm and even. It was downright irritating. Naked Guy sounded like grace under pressure while I felt like a hummingbird trapped in a greenhouse.

“Yes, Mason from the Buzz On In Bakery Cafe. Is there any other?” I countered.

“Mason’s great,” he said, and when I didn’t answer, he continued to sweep.

“Mason’s great?” I said, exasperated. “You know Mason?”

“Everyone knows Mason.”

“He knows you are here?”

“Yeah, he knows I’m here.”

“Bullshit.” I crossed my arms, Baileys bottle against my chest.

“Look, I don’t know what Louise or Mason did or didn’t tell you.” He shrugged. Using the broom, he gathered a tidy pile of brown glass shards together on the cracked linoleum. “But I signed a one-year lease last winter.”

“That’s not possible,” I said. But was it? Six months ago was around the time Gran died. I wondered, had she really rented the cabin before she died? Was it truly not possible? If you’d asked me an hour ago my odds of finding a naked hot guy in the cabin kitchen, I think I would have said the odds were pretty low.

“Actually, itispossible,” he said, stopping his sweeping. “All things are possible. You are probably thinking it’s not probable.”

“What?”

“Probability being how likely something is to occur. It sounds like you think it’s unlikely.” Then he bent over and put the dustbin on the ground. Legs spread, his dick hung down between his muscular thighs like a pendulum above the broken glass.

“Oh, my God,” I said, looking away after looking a little too long. “Who are you, and can you please just put on some clothes?”

He glanced down at his nakedness before standing. An arrogant smile crossed his gorgeous face. I had the distinct feeling that he’d waved his cock in the air on purpose.

“Well, when you broke intomyhouse … ” he said.

“Myhouse.”

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