Afraid I might be…interrupting something?” Phillip teased.
“Yes. Work,” I snarled and ended the call.
My aggravation wasn’t with him. It was the entire situation. The fact that Anne had kissed me twice wasn’t helping my disposition, either. Did she have any clue how fucking hard it was for me to keep my hands off her? If she did, she was hiding it damn well. If that patrolman hadn’t knocked just then, I would’ve spent the night showing her exactly what she does to me.
Just thinking of her was enough to make my cock ache. It looked like I’d be starting my day the same way I ended it. With a cold shower.
As I got up off my bed, there was a knock on my door.
“Andrew. Are you okay?”
Nope. Hurting. And it has nothing to do with a moose.
“I’m fine. Do you need something?” I asked. I was in my boxers and my bulging cock wouldn’t be easy to hide if I opened the door.
“I have your ice compresses.”
I could use them right now, but not on the head she meant.
“They’re not required this morning but thank you. I’m actually going to shower and go into town to see about another rental vehicle.”
“I’m ready when you are. I even made the coffee,” she said.
You’re an angel. “Give me twenty minutes.”
I heard her walking away from my door. There was a lot I needed to take care of today, and Anne tagging along would only slow things down. Then again, if she was present when I tried to recruit a bouncer for the club, people might actually listen. If they didn’t, I’d have to bring in someone myself. The problem was that all my contacts were back in Boston. Who from there was going to want to relocate to Bermoose? Of course for the right wage, more people than one might think. But her safety was worth it and all I knew was I couldn’t handle many more nights working at the club.
There’s only one woman I want to watch strip off her clothes. And if she does, I won’t be holding anything back.
Chapter Thirteen
Andrew
“I really don’t know why you wouldn’t let me drive,” I said, unaccustomed to the passenger seat. “I’m an excellent driver.” Maybe a bit too fast, but no accidents. Well, not until last night.
Anne replied in a serious tone, “I’m used to watching for the wildlife, and you’re not. Don’t drop the food. We don’t have any more of Aunt Trixi’s chicken left and I’m starving.”
I had no idea how someone so tiny could eat like she does. But how she was always on the go, she seemed to burn it off fast. I have a few ways to burn calories that would be a hell of a lot more fun than working the club.
As I shifted the takeout bag on my lap, I couldn’t help but notice her white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. She must have been rattled by the incident, and she hadn’t even been in the car. A chill ran through me as I recalled how fucked up the vehicle had been. The moose had crushed the passenger-side roof like it was an empty water bottle. If Anne had been sitting there, she would’ve been seriously injured. Or killed.
That thought twisted my gut and I fought the urge to hurl. One more moose off the road made it slightly less likely to happen again, but damn, I hated thinking of Anne driving down these dark roads every night.
I wanted to change the subject, but instead, I tried to lighten the mood with a bit of humor. “Are you trying to say that the moose incident was my fault? Because I believe he failed to look both ways before crossing the street.” I wasn’t even going to tell her that I’d been distracted by thoughts of her while driving. I’m sure she would give me hell instead of taking it as a compliment.
She didn’t even crack a smile. Goes to show how shaken up she is. “I’m sure you’re a better driver in Boston. I can’t even think about driving there. It’s hard enough to cross the street.”
“You get used to it.”
“You mean all the honking and yelling?” I nodded and she added, “I’ll let you drive in Boston and I’ll drive here, thank you.”
“Planning on coming back to Boston?” I wouldn’t mind enjoying her company longer.
“Eventually, yes.” I saw her eyes fill with sadness.
Fuck. I wanted to tell her I was looking for a way