sharply. “And I can still
smell
her. See you in the morning.”
I opened the door and heard another string of swears from him as I closed it behind me and walked down the steps. Barefoot.
Shit, I’ll have to pick up my flip-flops tomorrow.
I picked my way through the pine needles as quickly as I could; I couldn’t get back to my bunk in the crowded motorhome fast enough.
It was quiet when I slipped inside, unfazed by Tex’s loud snoring and the faint odor of dirty socks and smelly farts. Nothing could be worse than getting turned on from secretly watching Aiden bang a random woman into next week. Except maybe getting busted for it.
She
was
random, wasn’t she? I’d never considered whether Aiden knew the woman whose world he’d just rocked, but it was a possibility. And I didn’t like it. That was unexpected and more than a little unnerving. Not that I thought he was a monk, but when I’d been with Colby I’d never really known what Aiden’s personal life was all about.
I crawled under the sheet on my bunk, trying to process my feelings: embarrassment, jealousy, and arousal that just wouldn’t quit. My sex drive was back after a year-long break, though the timing was awful.
Not to mention…Aiden? I’d never thought of him that way, and now I couldn’t
stop
thinking of him.
Gah! I’ve got to stop thinking about how hot Aiden’s body is. And how much I liked seeing his primal side.
I focused on the salon, trying to imagine what had happened there today. I had to get my mind in a place that didn’t involve Aiden and sex before I fell asleep. Otherwise, I risked having a sex dream about Colby’s best friend, and that would make me feel even guiltier than I already did.
Chapter 8
Drew
The next morning, I stood alone outside the motorhome, waiting for the other team members so we could have a group meeting and head off.
Sunlight filtered through the canopy of trees onto our campsite. The smoky scent of last night’s campfire still lingered in the air. We were nestled into a forest here, and I’d never experienced such a peaceful place.
But despite the serenity of calling birds and chirping insects, I was on high alert.
Would Aiden bring up last night? God, I hoped not. Just being his storm-chasing wingman had me stressed enough.
I sipped the coffee I’d made as soon as I woke up, wishing I had some cream and sugar to stir in it. I tried to remember what Tex did during yesterday’s storm, and I was lost in thought about it when the motorhome door opened and Tex walked out.
“Mornin’,” he said, nodding at me.
“Hey.” I gave him a tight smile. “Morning.”
His light blue T-shirt had a fish on it and the words MASTER BAITER . And like every T-shirt he wore, the sleeves were torn off.
“You all right?” he asked, slinging a backpack over his shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Don’t be nervous. Aiden doesn’t bite.” He grinned.
My cheeks warmed as I recalled last night, when Aiden had buried his mouth against the mystery woman’s shoulder and I’d wondered if that was what he was doing.
On cue, Aiden approached, running his hand through his damp hair. He looked back and forth between me and Tex and then scowled.
“What?” he demanded.
“Nothin’,” Tex said. “How’d your night turn out, brother?”
Aiden glared at him. A couple seconds of awkward silence passed before Murph joined us, followed closely by Millie.
“The cell I’ve been tracking for a few days is looking really good today,” Murph said. “We’re gonna go hit it in western Kansas.”
“Good chance of a twister?” Tex asked.
Murph nodded. “We won’t know ’til we get there, but I think so.”
He launched into technical talk. Aiden was fixated on Murph, and I took the opportunity to sneak a sideways glance at him.
His gray T-shirt molded around his big shoulders and biceps. He was one of those men who had a five o’clock shadow by noon, and he looked like he hadn’t shaved this
smell
her. See you in the morning.”
I opened the door and heard another string of swears from him as I closed it behind me and walked down the steps. Barefoot.
Shit, I’ll have to pick up my flip-flops tomorrow.
I picked my way through the pine needles as quickly as I could; I couldn’t get back to my bunk in the crowded motorhome fast enough.
It was quiet when I slipped inside, unfazed by Tex’s loud snoring and the faint odor of dirty socks and smelly farts. Nothing could be worse than getting turned on from secretly watching Aiden bang a random woman into next week. Except maybe getting busted for it.
She
was
random, wasn’t she? I’d never considered whether Aiden knew the woman whose world he’d just rocked, but it was a possibility. And I didn’t like it. That was unexpected and more than a little unnerving. Not that I thought he was a monk, but when I’d been with Colby I’d never really known what Aiden’s personal life was all about.
I crawled under the sheet on my bunk, trying to process my feelings: embarrassment, jealousy, and arousal that just wouldn’t quit. My sex drive was back after a year-long break, though the timing was awful.
Not to mention…Aiden? I’d never thought of him that way, and now I couldn’t
stop
thinking of him.
Gah! I’ve got to stop thinking about how hot Aiden’s body is. And how much I liked seeing his primal side.
I focused on the salon, trying to imagine what had happened there today. I had to get my mind in a place that didn’t involve Aiden and sex before I fell asleep. Otherwise, I risked having a sex dream about Colby’s best friend, and that would make me feel even guiltier than I already did.
Chapter 8
Drew
The next morning, I stood alone outside the motorhome, waiting for the other team members so we could have a group meeting and head off.
Sunlight filtered through the canopy of trees onto our campsite. The smoky scent of last night’s campfire still lingered in the air. We were nestled into a forest here, and I’d never experienced such a peaceful place.
But despite the serenity of calling birds and chirping insects, I was on high alert.
Would Aiden bring up last night? God, I hoped not. Just being his storm-chasing wingman had me stressed enough.
I sipped the coffee I’d made as soon as I woke up, wishing I had some cream and sugar to stir in it. I tried to remember what Tex did during yesterday’s storm, and I was lost in thought about it when the motorhome door opened and Tex walked out.
“Mornin’,” he said, nodding at me.
“Hey.” I gave him a tight smile. “Morning.”
His light blue T-shirt had a fish on it and the words MASTER BAITER . And like every T-shirt he wore, the sleeves were torn off.
“You all right?” he asked, slinging a backpack over his shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Don’t be nervous. Aiden doesn’t bite.” He grinned.
My cheeks warmed as I recalled last night, when Aiden had buried his mouth against the mystery woman’s shoulder and I’d wondered if that was what he was doing.
On cue, Aiden approached, running his hand through his damp hair. He looked back and forth between me and Tex and then scowled.
“What?” he demanded.
“Nothin’,” Tex said. “How’d your night turn out, brother?”
Aiden glared at him. A couple seconds of awkward silence passed before Murph joined us, followed closely by Millie.
“The cell I’ve been tracking for a few days is looking really good today,” Murph said. “We’re gonna go hit it in western Kansas.”
“Good chance of a twister?” Tex asked.
Murph nodded. “We won’t know ’til we get there, but I think so.”
He launched into technical talk. Aiden was fixated on Murph, and I took the opportunity to sneak a sideways glance at him.
His gray T-shirt molded around his big shoulders and biceps. He was one of those men who had a five o’clock shadow by noon, and he looked like he hadn’t shaved this
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