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“I don’t know,” she groans, throwing both arms out, letting the towel completely fall to the ground.
Oh. My. God.
I should turn away. I should. I shouldn’t be staring at my neighbor’s bare-naked body in front of me. I know she runs, because, like an asshole, I watch her leave every morningthrough the kitchen window above my sink, but she has a toned body showcasing how much she does.
It’s been so long since I’ve looked at woman the way I’m looking at her.
It doesn’t help that she’s constantly been on my mind, now I have to think about this to go along with it.
“Oops. Sorry about that,” she says frantically, picking it up and wrapping it tight around her again. “What’s one more wildlife creature seeing my tits, huh? The moose, and now you. I’m on a roll here.” She fist-bumps the air.
I groan in frustration and turn away from her, adjusting the strain against the zipper of my pants the moment I do. “I’m leaving.”
“For what it’s worth…” She pauses, making my steps halter. “Thanks for checking on me, Angry Cowboy. I take back my statement about you being a meanie. This was very nice of you. Unnecessary, but nice.”
“I wasn’t having you die on my street, Blair.”
Her name rolling off my tongue for the first time out loud feels different. Foreign. Good. Bad. I don’t know, but I want to say it again.
“Very noble of you, sir.”
And now my cock is coming back to life.
“I will make sure I keep the screaming to a minimum on Barlow Drive.”
I’d prefer if you were screaming for other reasons.
Jesus Christ. I need to get out of here right now.
I open the door and step out onto the deck but stop myself with my hand still on the door handle when I look down and see the wood.
“What in the world did you do to this deck?” I ask with my back to her.
“I got into a fight with the power washer.” I can hear the smile behind her words without even looking. “Don’t worry, I’m removing that old deck soon and building a new one.”
I nod but don’t turn around and look at her again.
I can’t.
I need to get the hell out of here.
I need to get the image of her in a towelandnaked out of my head before I wake up in the morning. Or else her being my neighbor is going to be a slow, dangerous torture.
CHAPTER 16
HE’S AFRAID OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD MOOSE, TOO?
Blair
“You were naked?” Lily’s laughter howls from the other side of the kitchen.
“Lily, it was not my finest moment.”
She only laughs harder at the seriousness in my voice. “To be a fly on that wall to see Griffin’s face.”
I was just catching Lily up on the exciting evening I had when I met the diverse wildlife of the town. To my surprise, I learned we have a friendly neighborhood moose that occasionally wanders into my yard. You’d think Nan would have given me a heads-up about that. I make a mental note to touch base with her on that minor detail she left out.
I giggle as I mix the batter of cookie dough. “It’s just hysterical to me looking back that a moose watching me shower scared me more than walking in on my husband banging his secretary in his office.”
