Always Enough (Meet Me in Montana #2) - Kelly Elliott Page 0,26
I asked.
He smiled, and my heart felt like it skipped a beat. For one brief moment, I didn’t feel pain. I only saw that smile. That dimple. Those eyes that sparkled when he allowed himself to just be . . . Ty. Happy, not on guard, and willing to let me see him without the walls. I’d seen that side of him before. When we found out Lincoln was pregnant with Brock’s baby. When it was just the two of us, a secret only we knew. It had been fun, seeing him so carefree. Seeing that sparkle in his eyes. It was rare, so anytime I could see it felt like a gift.
“I’ve cracked my tailbone a few times and bruised it more times than I can remember. I’m pretty sure you just bruised yours, but it hurts like a son of a bitch no matter which one happens.”
“Bull riding?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Ty replied with a nod. “And once getting bucked off a stubborn mare.”
“What is it with you and women?”
He winked, and I was pretty sure I sighed, but that was okay in this instance because he would simply think it was from the pain.
“They either love me or hate me. It’s a curse I have to live with, I guess.”
I stared up at him as he looked down at me, that smile still on his face. His brown hair looked like he had run his fingers through it at least a dozen times today. It was messy, but in a clean-cut sort of way. Ty kept his hair short, but a little longer on the top. Countless nights, I’d come to visions of my hands running through his hair as he brought me to orgasm. God, he was sexy as hell.
Our eyes were still locked, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he could read my mind. Maybe he knew where my thoughts were going, because his gaze fell to my lips and stayed there a beat too long.
Ty cleared his throat. “Let me go get some firewood for you. Here’s your phone.”
He stood. For a moment I forgot all about the pain in my tailbone and focused on the pain in my chest instead.
“Thank you,” I whispered as I took the phone from him. The moment he shut the front door, I called Lincoln. The ice was already helping to dull the pain.
“Wow, that was fast. You really are getting good at doing things on your own,” Lincoln said.
“Well, apparently your husband doesn’t think so,” I said, trying to sound like I wasn’t dying, or Lincoln would be sending Brock over here next.
“Hold on, give me a second.” I let the moment of jarring pain slip away before I spoke again. “Brock sent Ty over here to check and make sure I had enough firewood. Ty scared me, I nearly fell, then I pushed him, and then I really did fall on the steps. He thinks I bruised my tailbone.”
“Oh, no! Do you need me to come over?”
“No, I’m on the sofa, and Ty gave me some medicine and put ice on it. Apparently he’s bruised his tailbone a time or two.”
“Oh, Kaylee, I’m so sorry.”
I felt the tears burn against the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them spill. Keeping it together, I said, “It’s okay.”
“You’re hurt.”
“I’m fine. I just need to rest here for a bit, and then I’ll be back to normal.”
“Brock is asking what’s wrong . . . give me a second and let me fill him in.”
Lincoln relayed everything to Brock as I hit mute on my phone, closed my eyes, and focused on a happy place. A warm beach with a good book, a hot guy rubbing suntan oil on my back. Yes . . . yes, that’s where I wanted to be.
“Mmm, yes, that feels good,” I softly said.
“Did you dial 1-800-We’ve-Got-Porn?”
My eyes snapped open to see Ty standing there with an armful of wood. How had he done that so fast?
“No, asshole, I was trying to picture myself on a warm beach. A happy place, by myself . . . where you’re not there.”
He winked again, and I paused what I was about to say. As a matter of fact, I think I forgot how to breathe.
“Kaylee? Hey, are you there?”
I unmuted the phone and said, “I’m here.”
“Um, Brock just said he didn’t tell Ty to go over there.”