A convoy of five trucks, empty by the looks of them, drove into the ranch. Only one reason for it that he could think of. They were there to load up and move out.
Seemed that what he’d told Amory was correct—this job would indeed be over soon, one way or the other, and he’d be free to go home. He’d leave Sunshine, and all that was in it. Normally at this point on a job he felt a driving need to get out.
He felt a driving need, all right.
To not go.
Twenty-one
Zoe stayed up late visiting with Manda, who taught her how to make the most amazing blueberry muffins she’d ever had. She knew it was likely that most of the love and adoration for them might be attributed to the bottle of wine they’d shared, but Zoe had crawled into bed with a smile on her face.
Okay, so maybe the smile was also from all the earlier orgasms she’d had with Parker. Good Lord. She’d actually lost count. But once her mind went down that path, she lay in bed remembering some of the things Parker had done to her, and there in the dark she blushed.
And ached for more.
She’d done things to him, too, and reliving some of them got her hot and bothered all over again.
Maybe he’d realize they could really have something.
She got halfway to his room before she came to her senses. Even if he did realize their potential, he wouldn’t give in to it or do anything about it. He’d been nothing but crystal clear that they weren’t going to entertain having any kind of relationship past his time here in Sunshine, which put a pretty quick damper on her libido. Right there in the hallway she stilled. Then turned away.
And that was when Parker’s bedroom door opened, backlit by the moonlight slanting into his bedroom and across a wedge of the hallway.
He stood there looking disturbingly awake in nothing but forest green knit boxers riding low on his hips, like maybe he hadn’t been able to sleep, either.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
She stared at him, fighting the urge to lick him from sternum to the waistband of those boxers.
And beyond.
And she wanted him again. Why fight it, a voice inside her head asked—the slut again. Live in the moment. “I’m cold,” she lied. “I can’t get warm.”
“It’s summer. It’s a warm night.”
“Parker?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you really want to argue with a woman who’s trying to seduce you?”
He went from sleepy to hot, aroused male complete with the slow and easy smile in a single heartbeat. “You’re trying to seduce me,” he said.
“Trying being the key word here,” she said, starting to feel a little put out that he was still standing way over there.
With a low laugh he reached for her, but she evaded. “I think I’m warm enough now,” she said, giving him a push.
He didn’t budge, just hauled her into his arms. “No, you’re right, you feel pretty chilled to me,” he said, his voice one-hundred-percent sex. “Can’t have that, not on my watch.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “If you’re sure it’s not a bother.”
“No bother at all. I’m your man.”
The words put a little thrill into her heart even though she knew he didn’t mean it.
“First, I’m going to warm you up. I’m going to share my body heat,” he murmured against her ear. “And I have lots of body heat, Zoe.”
She shivered in anticipation.
“And then,” he went on, carrying her to his bed, “I’m going to make sure you stay warm, even if it takes all night.”
And then he made good on his every word.
Zoe woke first and slipped out of Parker’s bed. One more night of erotic pleasure like the one she’d just had and she didn’t think she’d be able to walk away.