Page 85 of A Touch of Frost
Paul sighed. “Sure. I think you’re right about the sea air.”
“So, I can tell her you’re coming?”
“Yes, thank you.” Paul told me. “So, what’s up?”
We talked for a while and by the time I gathered everything and went back inside, night had fallen, and the house was quiet. I checked on the front door to ensured it was locked, set the alarm and turned lights off as I climbed the stairs.
Frost wasn’t in the bedroom we shared together but I noticed the en-suite bathroom’s door was closed. Arching a brow, I showered in one of the other bathrooms, then wrapped a towel around my hips and headed back to the room. I finger raked my wet hair back, turned my phone off and plugged it in to charge.
“Abigail?” I called. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you going to come out of the bathroom?”
“Um—” She paused and cleared her throat. “In a minute.”
I quirked a brow but used the time to haul on a pair of boxers and folded the damp towel over the back of one of the plush chairs in the large room. I used the remote to close the drapes then picked up the book I’d started reading and sat with my back to the headboard.
“Babe?”
“Mhmm?” She replied.
“Paul agreed to come visit.” I told her. “We just have to figure out when.”
“That’s perfect.” She told me. “One more minute.”
I chuckled and went back to my book.
When the door finally opened, I didn’t look up. As long as she was out of the bathroom and I didn’t have to break the door down to see what she was doing in there for so long.
“Jesse?”
“Yeah, babe.” I spun the page.
“You—um—look up.”
Lowering the book to my lap, I looked up and the book fell from my suddenly weakened fingers. “Damn…”
She did a little turn for me. I allowed my eyes to drink in the soft, black lace adorning her skin, leaving very little to the imagination. The peek-a-boo clothing sent my body into a tizzy as I shoved the book out of the way and knelt to get a better look at her. The string of her thong disappearing between her perfectly rounded cheeks drove me mad.
“Abigail…” My voice cracked. “Wow.”
This was a new way of seeing her, a way that made my heart race. Her skin was flawless aside from a scar from where she’d been shot and where the bullet exited.
I crawl to the edge at the foot of the bed and crooked a finger to call her. She pushed her hair from her face and walked toward me slowly, biting on her bottom lip.
I held my breath to keep myself from losing control and focused on the edge of the scar. As she stood in front of me, I eased the soft material aside and dragged a finger over it.
“The first bullet entered there.” Frost explained. She removed the strap to expose another. “Second entered here.”
I exhaled loudly, swallowing my anger.
Instead of freaking out, I leaned forward and brushed my lips against one then the other. Frost wrapped her arms around me, and her tears rolled down my shoulder.
“Don’t cry.” I whispered, caressing her back. “As good as you look, Abigail Ryder, don’t you dare cry because of these.”
“That’s not it.” She stepped back. “They’re happy tears, I swear.”
