Page 28 of Undone

“I’m sure Ford could help.”

Shemmm’d. She didn’t want to get dragged back into a conversation about her relationship with Ford. Instead, she drifted toward a partially opened door. This one most likely led into his bedroom. She pointed at it. “This way next?”

“Yes.”

As she walked in that direction, she asked, “You only have one bathroom?”

“It’s all I need. If I need to entertain a bunch of guests, I have the whole resort at my fingertips.”

“True.” After pushing the door open wider, she stepped through, and her feet stuttered to a stop.

If she thought the bathroom was impressive, the bedroom...

Holy smokes.It was clearly meant for more than only sleeping.

She recognized the tantric chaise occupying one corner. Ford had a similar one in his bedroom, and they had used it often.

The enormous wood-framed bed, wider than a king, had thick, sturdy hand-crafted posts and headboard. Nothing looked delicate about it. Not only was it masculine and fit the updated look of the farmhouse, but…

Immediately, Erin saw it for what it was. A bed that could be turned into a sexual playground. She scanned it for hooks or eyebolts, but if the bed had any, they were hidden well.

The room also had a whole wall of built-in cabinets. Cabinets that could be used for storing clothes, shoes or other objects. Or for hiding secrets. Like toys.

“I love the built-ins.”

“They’re convenient,” was all he said.

She bet they were. To the average eye, Dylan’s bedroom looked very masculine and very bachelor-ish, since even an ounce of feminine touch was missing from the decor.

When she turned, he was once again close. And once again, her heart began to beat rapidly. Not due to fear, but the opposite.

She lost her train of thought as he stepped even closer. She had space to escape, if needed, but was surprised to find she didn’t want to. Truthfully, she was thrown off by how her body was reacting to his being only inches away.

“You look good, Erin,” he murmured, with his serious face tipped down to hers.

“You already said that.”

“Worth repeating.” He fingered one of the straps on her sundress. Doing so caused him to make contact with her skin, in turn, causing goosebumps. “The sundress fits you perfectly. At first glance you look wholesome, but I have a feeling that could be the farthest from the truth.”

What did that mean? What did he know? Ford said there weren’t any cameras in the playrooms. Was that false and some were hidden? Had Dylan watched them? And if he did, why didn’t it bother her?

He skimmed the back of his knuckles down her cheek. “Your nipples are hard.”

There was no denying that fact. They ached and it was no longer from Ford twisting them less than a half hour ago.

This wasn’t good. Her attraction to Dylan was fighting its way back from where she buried it so long ago. After he left, she tried to forget him.

Clearly, she failed.

She shouldn’t desire two different men, should she? Did that make her a bad person?

Why was society so determined to shove people into boxes? And if someone didn’t fit neatly into their perceived box, they were judged. Sometimes harshly.

That fear was why she and Ford weren’t open about their relationship. They pretended to be friends, not lovers. If anyone in town knew their true relationship, they’d be constantly pressured to get engaged, married and have children.

Because that was what was expected in Fisher Falls.

She tried to force herself into a box when she married Kyle. The universe had different ideas.

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