Page 239 of Mountain Daddy
If I hadn’t done all the bad alone?
He’s been alone too.
For twenty-six years, he kept his secrets to himself.
My heart squeezes.
I want to be there for him too.
I take in his own wet clothing that clings to his body. “What about you?”
Luther shakes his head. “I’m fine.”
“Your clothes are wet too.”
He shakes his head again. “I run hot. You don’t.”
“But—”
“Don’t argue with me, Baby.” He nods toward the pile in his hands. “Do it for me.”
Sighing, I take the clothes. “Thank you.”
With his hands empty, he lightly rests his palms on my thighs. “Are your knees okay?”
I look down at the wet denim and the streaks of dirt covering my knees.
I swing my feet a little, moving the joints. “They’re okay. Just a little sore.”
He sighs like he doesn’t like that answer, but he doesn’t say more.
Luther stands first, then he helps me up.
Now that I’m thinking about them, my knees are a little more sore than I realized. But I keep myself from limping as I cross the lobby to the door labeledRestroom.
With the door locked behind me, I peel my shirt off.
My bra is also wet, and I want to take it off, but I don’t really want to free-boob it in public. So I grab a handful of paper towels and press them against my bra, soaking up some of the dampness. Then I repeat the process with my hair, squeezing sections at a time until it’s as dry as I can get it.
With my skin also dry, I shrug the flannel on, enjoying the way it hangs halfway down my thighs as I button it up.
I wish I had dry pants to change into, but my jeans aren’t as soaked as my top half was, so I’ll survive.
I don’t have a hair tie on me, and my hair isn’t really long enough to braid, so I just comb it back with my fingers and pull the hat on.
I grimace at my reflection.
My tits fill out the oversized shirt, but the sleeves hang past my fingers. And the hat covers half my face in shadows.
I look like a mini female version of Luther.
My lips tug into a small smile.
Folding my damp shirt, I hold it away from myself and open the door.
Luther is in the chair next to the one I vacated, leaning forward, elbows on his knees.
His eyes were already on the bathroom door when I opened it, and I hold his gaze as I cross the room.
