Page 288 of Chaos has a Name
When she parked her truck, her belly fluttered with nerves.
She hoped this worked out, and Caspian wasn’t freaked out by her showing up. If he was, well…that would suck the big one.
Rayna wasn’t sure if the guy did like her or not. Relying on someone else for the information was nerve-wracking. She was sure Elizabeth hadn’t lied, but that awkwardness…
That was something she’d rather avoid.
Heading to the RV, she knocked on the door, and hoped that he was inside this one. There were two, and it was a crapshoot.
Finally, she heard footsteps heading toward the door. When the door was opened, it certainly was Caspian.
And holy shit.
The man was shirtless, and he had to have been working out.
Yep.
Her panties got wet.
Now, she wanted to forget all of that‘let’s be friends’bullshit that she’d convinced herself was perfectly fine.
Because it wasn’t.
Now, she had to find a way not to ogle him like she was an idiot.
What caught her the most off guard was that his Kevlar and work gear fit his body, so she knew that he had to have a decent one, but now, shirtless?
And just wearing a pair of shorts?
Oh, boy.
He was spectacular.
As someone who appreciated the male physique, Caspian Collins definitely had one that would be hard to forget.
He had a few tattoos, but it was the big, ornate ones that circled his biceps that had her attention.
“Am I interrupting?” she asked, more than willing to come in and watch him do whatever the hell he was doing inside the RV that he considered working out.
Someone kept his body in shape.
Seriously.
At her question, he looked horrified, and for a few good reasons. She was the last person he expected to show up at the RV.
The panic was back, and he was pretty sure he was going to make this an awkward mess.
It was kind of his thing.
After ditching her, to put space between them, Caspian came back here, and he’d been trying to meditate in a headstand as he cleared his mind for the day.
There’d been a woman running through his head naked.
This exact woman.
It had made the Yoga torture, and the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking about her was stressing him the hell out.
When he opened his mouth, words came out, and he felt like an ass for it too.
