Page 8 of Beyond the Blue Horizon
That love was the greatest thing I had.
Theonlything I had.
I couldn’t let a mishap derail that and, right then, the only thing I felt was trapped.
“Yup, our Finny boy is right.” Nelly reached over and tickled his belly. “We’re all gonna be just fine. Just fine indeed.”
Finn giggled and tried to clutch at her hand. “You don’ttickwleme, myNewwy Bewwy.”
“What, I’m not allowed to tickle you?” she teased.
“No way!”
“Then what am I good for?” She drew it out like she had nothing else to offer.
“Hugs!” Finn shouted.
I would have sunk into the peace of their teasing if it wasn’t for the fact Theo had finished loading our things and was now rounding the front of his truck.
Stalking around it, really.
A vicious predator hunting for prey.
“My, my. Now that is something to look at.” Nelly hummed it from the backseat.
My stomach trembled.
I felt her statement to the core.
There was no chance I could look away from him.
He was tall and lean.
All stealthy, sinewy muscle.
Oozing with the kind of mayhem that should come with a warning label.
It was like watching a tsunami made purely of trouble rising from the distance and knowing there was no chance to outrun it.
“We are not ogling the nice man who stopped to help us.” I had to force it out.
She laughed outright, though her words were held in innuendo. “Oh, I bet there isn’t a singlenicething about him.”
She was right. Absolutely right.
Because I could barely breathe when he opened the driver’s side door and hopped into the cab.
The light that poured down from above glinted off the designs that crawled over his wet, bronzed skin, and snowflakes stuck to the tips of the longer pieces of his hair.
The fabric of his tee was soaked and clung to every etched, sculpted inch of his abdomen and chest.
A flicker of something I absolutely couldn’t feel flared in my belly.
A pang of desolate, acute attraction.
He ran a tattooed hand through his hair. “Storm’s raging out there. Have to admit, I was not expecting this.”
No.
