Always Enough (Meet Me in Montana #2) - Kelly Elliott Page 0,4
was Ty.
“Perfect, as if this day couldn’t possibly get any worse.”
I was covered in dirt, smoke, and Lord only knows what else, and Ty Shaw was walking toward me, looking as handsome as ever, which made my heart race a little bit more. The man was too good looking for his own good, and what made him even more attractive was he didn’t act like he knew it.
“What is it with you and fires, Kaylee?” Ty asked, a sexy-as-sin smirk on his face as he walked over to me.
Lord, that smile. Dark-brown hair and eyes the color of the Montana sky. Not to mention the smoking-hot body.
I chuckled to myself at the irony of the “smoking-hot” reference, with my huge fire going behind me.
With a half shrug and a wink, I replied, “What can I say, I have weird fetishes.”
Ty’s eyes darkened with a sexual look that left my lower stomach pulling with desire. We constantly danced around the fact that we were sexually attracted to each other. Or maybe I just secretly wanted him to want me, because truth be told, I wanted this man like no other. My poor overworked vibrator could back up that claim.
“Is that so? Fire?”
“Don’t worry,” I egged him on. “I keep it out of the bedroom.”
Ty stared at me for the longest time before he turned to the fire. “What in the hell did you put in there? It looks like you’re burning rubber. Smells like it too.”
I cleared my throat. “Um, well. There were these old tractor tires, and I rolled one into the fire and—”
Ty spun around and gaped at me. “You burned tires? Kaylee, it’s against the law to burn tires.”
My eyes widened, and my heart raced like a hummingbird’s wings. “What? No one told me that!”
“Why in the hell would anyone have to tell you that? We need to get away from this fire.”
Ty grabbed my hand, making my breath catch in my throat simply from his touch; then he dragged me away from the fire.
“Why?”
“The toxins from the rubber are dangerous.”
I looked back over my shoulder at the puffs of black smoke. “Good thing I only put one tire in, I guess, right?” Then I laughed, because what else was I supposed to do?
Ty shot me a look that said he was either going to smack me or kiss me. The man was very confusing with the mixed signals he’d been sending since the first day I’d met him.
“Honestly, I think it’s going to be fine, Ty.”
But even in my lust-filled mind, I knew it wasn’t going to be fine, because I heard sirens in the distance.
Closing my eyes, I pulled in a deep breath—then started coughing. The smoke was bad. Really bad.
When I opened my eyes, Ty was looking at me. A slight smile on his face and a hint of something in those baby blues. What exactly it was, I had no idea, but it made my lady parts tingle. No one had made me feel like this since John, and even this feeling was different. More intense. Or maybe I just secretly wanted him to want me.
A part of me felt guilty because I was ready to move on from John; another part of me hated that I was hung up on this guy standing in front of me who had no interest in me. He had made that clear after our first kiss.
I smiled while trying to contain another coughing spell, which caused him to smile even bigger; then that morphed into a sarcastic roll of his eyes. “You’re going to be the first person I know who gets kicked out of Hamilton, Kaylee.”
When he took my hand again, I tried really hard to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. Really, really hard. “Maybe, but history only remembers those who broke the rules, right?”
Before he could admonish me again, and just as the trucks—yes, I said trucks—pulled up, Ty let go of my hand. The zap of disappointment surprised me. Why, I wasn’t sure.
At first, I’d thought all I wanted was a good romp in the sack. It had been a long time since I’d been with a man, after all, and one good night of sex was a cure for anyone’s ills. But after we’d kissed that first night in the Blue Moose, Ty immediately changed. It was as if a switch had flipped, and the simple sight of me left him uneasy.
For the longest time, I’d thought his reaction was due to