and closing the door softly.
***
Minutes later, Violet returned to the guest room clutching a bottle and a glass of water. She closed the door just in time to see Remy emerge from the bathroom with just a towel around his waist.
She froze in the doorway at the sight of his strong body. The work he’d done to bulk up in prison had certainly paid off.
The water from the shower still clung to his long frame, giving the strong dips and curves of his chest even more definition. The burden of his muscles pulled his skin taut over each solid arch, as if on the verge of tearing at any moment. He stopped in mid step when he caught sight of her at the door, and his biceps flexed as he reached for the towel at his waist, ensuring it was in place. The valley of abs on his stomach crunched tight the moment his eyes met hers.
Violet gaped at his response, six-pack, calves, arms--every inch of him—flexing at the sight of her. That prison uniform certainly did him no justice. He had the body of a Greek God. She was stunned, only able to swallow away her surprise after her eyes had their fill of him. She closed the door behind her, while shaking the pill bottle in her hand. “Turns out our dear Barbara is the town nurse.”
Remy raised an eyebrow. “Town?”
“You and I have found ourselves in the small California town of Suede Falls. Population…” She held up three fingers. “Three hundred. I checked the map, and it’s about an hour outside Santa Cruz.” She shook her head, still amazed at the ground they’d covered. They were almost two hundred miles away from Redding.
The moment Remy heard Santa Cruz, his best friend Jason leapt into his mind, and his heart soared. He hated to accept that Violet’s presence had been bringing him nothing but blind luck since the moment he’d taken her in his arms, but the fact that they’d managed to crash in a town an hour away from the only other person, besides her, who believed in his innocence, made it difficult for him to deny her power. “I have a good friend in Santa Cruz.”
“Do you think we should stop there on our way out of here?”
We.
Our.
The sound of those words leaving her mouth immediately corrected the foolish path his jumbled mind had almost taken, and his eyes hardened once more.
He had to get rid of her.
She made her way over to him, palming a few pills out of the bottle. “Take these,” she whispered, once again, holding her breath when she found herself within touching distance of his naked body. Her eyes narrowed. She needed him to put some clothes on immediately.
Remy swallowed back the pills with ease, accepting the glass of water she offered right after. “Leave me, Chambers.”
Violet’s eyes still lingered on his abs. “I told you, I’m not leaving.” She motioned to the clothes on the bed. “I laid out some jeans and a t-shirt. They might be a little tight on you but…” Her words slowed to a stop when he looked down at her intensely. “I’m gonna…” She motioned to the shower, before disappearing into the bathroom.
The hot water lasted much longer than Barbara had warned, and Violet found herself held prisoner for the second time that day. This time it was the amazing feeling of hot water splashing against her naked skin that held her. When she finally stepped out of the shower and into the bedroom, finding it empty, her heart stopped.
Remy was gone.
She cursed herself as she raced out of the room. What an idiot she’d been to have taken that long of a shower. Remy wanted her out of his hair, and they had now switched places. She was no longer the flight risk.
He was.
Violet raced into the living room in just a towel, and stopped short.
There he was, sitting spread eagle in a dining chair with Barbara behind him. The sweet old woman was cutting Remy’s hair with a pair of kitchen sheers.
Violet sighed in relief, and couldn’t help the smile that spread to
***
Minutes later, Violet returned to the guest room clutching a bottle and a glass of water. She closed the door just in time to see Remy emerge from the bathroom with just a towel around his waist.
She froze in the doorway at the sight of his strong body. The work he’d done to bulk up in prison had certainly paid off.
The water from the shower still clung to his long frame, giving the strong dips and curves of his chest even more definition. The burden of his muscles pulled his skin taut over each solid arch, as if on the verge of tearing at any moment. He stopped in mid step when he caught sight of her at the door, and his biceps flexed as he reached for the towel at his waist, ensuring it was in place. The valley of abs on his stomach crunched tight the moment his eyes met hers.
Violet gaped at his response, six-pack, calves, arms--every inch of him—flexing at the sight of her. That prison uniform certainly did him no justice. He had the body of a Greek God. She was stunned, only able to swallow away her surprise after her eyes had their fill of him. She closed the door behind her, while shaking the pill bottle in her hand. “Turns out our dear Barbara is the town nurse.”
Remy raised an eyebrow. “Town?”
“You and I have found ourselves in the small California town of Suede Falls. Population…” She held up three fingers. “Three hundred. I checked the map, and it’s about an hour outside Santa Cruz.” She shook her head, still amazed at the ground they’d covered. They were almost two hundred miles away from Redding.
The moment Remy heard Santa Cruz, his best friend Jason leapt into his mind, and his heart soared. He hated to accept that Violet’s presence had been bringing him nothing but blind luck since the moment he’d taken her in his arms, but the fact that they’d managed to crash in a town an hour away from the only other person, besides her, who believed in his innocence, made it difficult for him to deny her power. “I have a good friend in Santa Cruz.”
“Do you think we should stop there on our way out of here?”
We.
Our.
The sound of those words leaving her mouth immediately corrected the foolish path his jumbled mind had almost taken, and his eyes hardened once more.
He had to get rid of her.
She made her way over to him, palming a few pills out of the bottle. “Take these,” she whispered, once again, holding her breath when she found herself within touching distance of his naked body. Her eyes narrowed. She needed him to put some clothes on immediately.
Remy swallowed back the pills with ease, accepting the glass of water she offered right after. “Leave me, Chambers.”
Violet’s eyes still lingered on his abs. “I told you, I’m not leaving.” She motioned to the clothes on the bed. “I laid out some jeans and a t-shirt. They might be a little tight on you but…” Her words slowed to a stop when he looked down at her intensely. “I’m gonna…” She motioned to the shower, before disappearing into the bathroom.
The hot water lasted much longer than Barbara had warned, and Violet found herself held prisoner for the second time that day. This time it was the amazing feeling of hot water splashing against her naked skin that held her. When she finally stepped out of the shower and into the bedroom, finding it empty, her heart stopped.
Remy was gone.
She cursed herself as she raced out of the room. What an idiot she’d been to have taken that long of a shower. Remy wanted her out of his hair, and they had now switched places. She was no longer the flight risk.
He was.
Violet raced into the living room in just a towel, and stopped short.
There he was, sitting spread eagle in a dining chair with Barbara behind him. The sweet old woman was cutting Remy’s hair with a pair of kitchen sheers.
Violet sighed in relief, and couldn’t help the smile that spread to
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