Page 2 of Sofa King Devotion

"What?" He nods toward my chest, and my eyes drop. That’s when I see I am wearing it. Holy crap.

"Go on, take it off and give it to me." He’s smiling so big I know he’s enjoying this far too much.

“You’re a pervert.” I grab a pillow off the bed and throw it at him. Of course he catches it.

“Indeed I am. You’d run if you knew all the fantasies I’ve had about you. And all the dirty things you do for me in them.”

I grab another pillow and lob it in his direction, but it misses him by a mile. He chuckles before disappearing through the door again.

Does he really fantasize about me? No way. I’m not the kind of girl you have fantasies about. My twin is the one people love. She’s bubbly and puts herself out there. Liv has always had a way of lighting up a room.

Sawyer’s only trying to get under my skin, and I don’t get why he’s always poking at me. When I was younger, it was one thing, but we’re supposed to be adults now. We’re not running around on the playground while he tugs at my pigtails. Not that I ever wore pigtails. On the rare occasion that I did, it was because Liv did my hair.

I roll out of bed and head toward the bathroom. I pause when I see Sawyer at the stove with his back to me. I allow myself a moment to appreciate the view before I shake it off.

“Hey,” I call out to him, and he turns my way. “So the case. Do you think she did it?”

“I do,” he says instantly, and I gasp.

“Seriously? She’s innocent. I mean, come on, the butt dials and those taillight pieces.” I throw my hands up in the air, and Sawyer fights a laugh. “Wait. You only said that to piss me off.”

“You look so damn good when you’re all riled up, and now you’re wearing my shirt.” He smiles so big his dimples pop. “I can’t resist.”

"Is that so?" I don't know what comes over me, but I yank the shirt off over my head, leaving me in nothing but my panties. Sawyer’s mouth falls open, and I wait a beat, then throw it at him.

Before I can get embarrassed, I turn on my toes and go to the bathroom. Once inside, I turn the lock and lean against the door. How long do I have to hide in here before he leaves?

Fortunately, it’s not too long. When I finally exit the bathroom, Sawyer is nowhere to be found. On the kitchen island there’s a plate of food, and I see his shirt is still lying on the floor. I lean down and pick it up, shamelessly bringing it to my nose. It’s a bad idea, but I breathe him in, letting myself have something I know I shouldn’t.

Why am I disappointed he left? It’s exactly what I wanted.

Right?

Chapter Two

SAWYER

Walking home shirtless isn’t a good idea. Walking home shirtless in a small town that loves to gossip? Diabolical.

Lane and Liv’s apartment is within walking distance of Dixon’s, and that’s where I left my truck. It would have been smarter to stay at Lane’s apartment and go get it later. But half the town seeing me leaving her place half-dressed was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.

Of course, I’d still like to kick my own ass for leaving her there. Naked. The sight of her full tits and pretty nipples is burned into my brain. I was already carrying lumber between my legs after waking up next to her. Now I won’t be able to sit down for a week.

By the time I get to my truck, I’ve seen no less than a dozen people. I grab my spare cowboy hat and T-shirt out of the backseat, but before I put it on, I hear people behind me. When I turn around, I see a group of women speed-walking, and I realize it’s the What the Stitch sewing group.

“Morning, ladies.” I put on my hat and tip it in their direction. I’m still shirtless, but I’ve got to give them something to gossip about.

“Was that you I saw coming out of Liv Thomas’ apartment?” Mrs. Betty asks when the group comes to a stop.

“No, ma’am.” I give her my most charming smile that works on everybody. Everybody except Lane.

“I told you, Betty,” Mrs. Nelson speaks up. “That sweet boy Julius wants to put his whole foot in Liv.”

“Here we go,” someone says from the back of the group, and I’m surprised to see it’s a woman that’s too young to draw Social Security. “We’ve talked about how to use that expression, Mrs. Nelson.”

“What?” Mrs. Nelson looks around. “Isn’t that how you say something is good? You put your foot in it?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t apply to this scenario,” the younger woman says.

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