The Situationship (Part of Your World, #3.5)

by Abby Jimenez

When he took the jacket off, my suspicions about the farmer’s body thing were confirmed. Solid muscle. Large biceps and a nicely contoured chest under his black T-shirt. I could still kill him though if I had to.

Women should snoop. Snooping saves lives. Lets you know if you’re in the house of a serial killer or a married man or a guy with a closet full of Sharpies to draw dicks on trails.

I took a bite and had to close my eyes. It was incredible. It was probably the best thing I’d ever eaten and the man pulled it out of his ass in less than ten minutes. This was a love language to me.

He smelled good this close. And he was warm. Heat radiated off him. I kept getting the feeling he was looking at me while I was focused on his hand, but I was afraid to look up, I was too close to his mouth.

Maybe I was starting to feel a little protective of him. This nice, unbothered, lonely man who didn’t care what people thought and probably rarely asked for help, even when he needed it.

He was kind to animals. Hardworking and funny. Maybe a little much at first, but I think that was a shield. I think he was tender underneath. Vulnerable. I bet he showed up for people he loved. I bet that’s why he showed up that day Emma and I first came here. He was probably Daniel’s first phone call. He deserved to be the best friend. He wasn’t a technicality.