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278 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 15, 2015
A paper plate sat on the counter next to him, saltine crackers with neatly spread peanut butter covering each square. It was the only food in the house. Hope knew because she’d brought the groceries home herself.Come on!! How sweet is he??? Hope quickly becomes everything to him and pretty much the only reason that bottle of Crown Royale stays unopened. Unfortunately for both of them, he doesn't know how to handle these feelings and pushes Hope away. Luckily for Beck, his friends/colleagues are also a bunch of badass ex military dudes and they give him the kick in the ass that he needs.
He gestured toward the plate.
“You made those? For me?” she asked, hopefully. He didn’t say one way or the other, but she knew. Beck had made her dinner. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she moaned, around a mouthful of glorious peanut butter. “I take back the vampire comment. You’re the most wonderful man ever born. I should call your mother right now and thank her profusely.”
“Christ, you really need to up your standards.” He downplayed the thoughtful gesture, as if he’d done it a hundred times, and walked to the refrigerator. By the time he grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to her, she’d inhaled the entire plate. “Better?” When she nodded, he took her hand and headed up the stairs. “There’s more.”
Her stomach dipped at the thought and she followed him, staring at the threadbare denim pockets covering his fine ass, wanting to slip into his arms and then his bed. His pants, for sure. But when he bypassed the bed and guided her into the bathroom, the sob she’d barely swallowed back upon seeing his welcoming house threatened to escape again.
His antique tub, with silver claw feet and tall, curving back to rest your head, was filled with steaming, sweetly scented water, iridescent bubbles floating along the surface, popping randomly in the lilac scented air. He didn’t say anything and Hope didn’t either, a lump of grateful emotion lodged in her throat. She stood there speechless, staring at the water as he gently undressed her, then helped her into the tub. Her tense muscles melted in relief as she sank her tired body into the stinging hot water, stopping when the bubbles brushed her chin.
Beck sat on the tiled floor across from her, leaning back against the wall. “Good?”
She nodded, tasting the bubbles on her lips, but for the life of her, she couldn’t speak. She could only stare at him as he rested his head back, propping a hand loosely on his raised knee. In nothing but a white t-shirt, worn jeans, and tight skin, he looked like walking sin itself.
Closing his eyes, he let out a deep breath. “Me, too.”
Those were the last words spoken while she soaked and he dozed, up against a bathroom wall of all places. Crickets chirped outside the open window as the gentle splash of hot water and fizzing bubbles engulfed her. When the water grew cold and her skin was sufficiently wrinkled, she stood to reach for the plush, white towel on the vanity and he was there, drying her off and tucking her tightly to him as they crawled into his warm bed. Face to face in the shadowed light, he kissed her slowly, deeply. Again and again, before placing his warm lips against her forehead and pulling her into his strong embrace.
“Sleep, honey. We can play later.” And if she hadn’t seen it with her own tired eyes, she never would’ve believed it. Like the snuffing of a candle, he was asleep in seconds. Burning red hot one moment, a ghost of dissipating smoke the next.