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Watching.
I don’t turn around—can’t.
The steam thickens, clouds filling the small space.
I feel her eyes on me, every inch of her gaze crawling across my back, my shoulders. She doesn’t say anything.
I finish up quickly, fingers scrubbing through my hair, rinsing away the soap. When I step out, water dripping off my chest, she’s still there. Watching.
Without a word, I grab her wrist, pull her close. She doesn't fight it, lets me.
I lift her and carry her to the bedroom.
Her heart beats fast, and mine’s right there with it, pounding like a drum in my chest.
Without hesitation, I throw her onto the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight, and her laughter is my entire being.
56: DIZZYING CLAUSTROPHOBIA
JADE
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I CAN’T KEEP my eyes off him.
And now I don’t have to.
He’s gorgeous standing by the barbecue grilling steak.
Sleeves shoved up.
Forearms dusted with smoke and salt.
Worn jeans hugging his hips just right.
String lights overhead, loop between the tent poles, and drape across the canvas ceiling, casting a soft glow over him. His hat is tipped low, throwing his eyes into shadow, but not enough to miss the way he looks at me.
Again.
And I don’t look away—can’t. I could drink in this man forever, and I plan to.
Sizzle.
Flip.
Flames lick the edge of the steaks, and he doesn’t even flinch. Just tongs one, gives it a perfect turn, and leans back, his gaze back on me.
He’s driving me completely crazy just by existing.
Then, Mayor Thomas steps in, pointing at the grill, asking about heat levels or flipping times.
Hart tears his gaze from mine, slow and reluctant, like it actually hurts to look away.
He clears his throat, looking grumpy as hell, and answers the mayor with that gruff tone of his. Even the tightening of his hand on the tongs gives away his irritation.
“That banner is about to fall.” Dean bites his forkful of steak, not taking the time to swallow before he talks again. “Where is Sterling? He said he’d go up and get it since all he’s had time to do is brag about his wins.”
Another mouthful.
