Page 66 of Indiscretion

Once could be an oversight, butfourproducts with coconut? That was absolutely intentional. Now I wasn’t sure what I was more riled up about, the fact that she’d gone out of her way to buy things that smelled like my favorite food, or the thought of her rubbing these products all over her sexy body.

Fuck me.

I needed to get out of the bathroom, get away from these smells, and stop thinking about her touching herself naked, or there was a real chance I would start to grow hard. And that wasnotfucking good while babysitting two little kids.

So I went back out to the living room couch. Sometime later—after at least an hour or two of obsessing over what it meant that Naomi had apparently been rubbing coconut scents all over her body—I fell asleep and woke to a soft hand at my cheek.

“Dawson?”

My eyes fluttered open. For a minute I was confused. Was I having a dream that Naomi was in my bed? Then I realized I wasn’t home, and all of my clothes were still on. I dreamed better than that. I pushed up to my elbows and rubbed grog from my eyes. “What time is it?”

“It’s six thirty. I didn’t want to wake you, but I know you have to be in court this morning. I got home about an hour ago.”

Sun streamed in from behind her, causing me to squint. “How’s your sister?”

“She’s okay. Stable. They said she has a low platelet count from the chemotherapy, which makes it difficult for her blood to clot. Apparently she’s been throwing up for a few days, so she’s strained and bruised inside.”

I raked a hand through my hair. “Shit. What do they do for it?”

“They started her on a platelet infusion. That should help, but they’re going to have to discontinue her chemo for who knows how long, which stinks. She just wanted to put this all behind her again.”

“I’m sorry. That’s tough. You’d said your sister was sick, but seeing it and hearing it are two different things.”

“She’s been on the bone-marrow list for a few months, but now it’s more critical. Her body isn’t able to make the new blood cells she needs to fight infection anymore.” Naomi forced a smile. “Anyway, I don’t know how to thank you for everything you’ve done—driving me to Jersey to pick her up and then babysitting two kids you barely got an introduction to as I ran out the door.”

I winked. “I can think of a few ways to thank me.”

Naomi laughed. “I bet you can. But seriously, I really appreciate it, Dawson. Especially when I’d been giving you an attitude all day.”

I’d forgotten about her mood. It seemed like so long ago. “Is that what was wrong yesterday? You were worried about your sister?”

Naomi nibbled on her lip. “No.”

“What was going on then?”

“You were right, and I was pissed at you for it.”

My lip quirked. “I’m always right. You’ll have to be a little more specific.”

She chuckled. “You can’t make it easy, can you? Not even when I pulled the sick-sister card.”

“Nah. I wouldn’t be me if I went easy on you.”

“True.”

“So what was I right about?”

“Simon. He tried to kiss me.”

My jaw went rigid. “And you didn’t want him to kiss you?”

“I thought we were friends.”

“Did he back off when you told him no?”

She nodded. “He was good about it. It just pissed me off that you were right.”

“A man who is attracted to a woman isn’t her friend.”

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