but it was only when I’d finally settled down in the darkness of my room that I’d felt the full weight of that remorse.
I could no more keep away from her now than I could stop breathing. She needed more than just a tersely uttered apology. She needed reassurance, care.
I wasn’t sure if taking her for a hike in the mountains was enough, but she appeared happy as I parked the truck at a lot near the base of the trail.
“I have a pack,” I told her, grabbing it. “I can carry whatever you need.”
“What do you have in there?” She rose up on her toes, trying to peek into it, which brought her far too close for comfort. My lids lowered as I caught a whiff of her sweet scent. I swore I detected a hint of apples. What had she thought of chaussons aux pommes? She clearly appreciated my food, but I was greedy; I wanted the particulars. And yet I couldn’t bring myself to ask.
I held the pack up, out of her reach, teasing her because it made her face light up in a way that I was quickly becoming addicted to. “Easy there, Snoopy. I’ve got all the essentials.”
Her indigo eyes narrowed. “Do you have sunscreen?”
“Of course I—hell. No, I don’t.”
Emma huffed, shaking her head at my egregious error as she dug out a bottle from her bag-like purse. “They never do,” she muttered. “Would it kill you men to take care of your skin?”
“Hey, I wash my face.” I did it every time I shaved, which was every damn day with the rate my beard grew out.
Emma scoffed and kept muttering. “And those pesky little things like skin cancer, premature wrinkles, and age spots mean nothing, I guess.”
“Well, no, I mean, I hadn’t thought . . .”
I trailed off. Because Emma began to slather lotion over her face and along the smooth golden skin of her bare arms and neck. She wore a tight white workout tank with dark-blue stretchy pants, highlighting every glorious dip and curve of her body.
Her body. It was insanely cute, though she probably wouldn’t want to hear that. The top of her head barely reached my shoulder. She wasn’t delicate, but compared to me, she damn well looked it. Nicely rounded arms, perky breasts that would perfectly fit in my palms, a short waist leading into a fantastic ass that bounced whenever she walked, and curvy thighs and legs.
I knew the shit standards Hollywood pushed on their actresses, keeping them this side of too thin. Emma was slim and fit, but nothing short of starvation was getting rid of that ass and those thighs, thank the Lord.
My hands itched to palm her sweet butt. But I did not want to get slapped and was a grown man who knew better. I dragged my eyes up. Concentrating on her face hardly helped. She had the kind of lips that always looked freshly kissed, rosy, and lush, the top lip slightly larger than her bottom lip. Anytime I looked at her mouth for too long, I wanted to kiss it. Hell, anytime I thought of her mouth, I wanted to kiss it.
Fuck. This was a bad idea.
I glanced away, squinting into the sunlight that Emma declared was slowly ruining my skin.
“Here.” She thrust the sunscreen under my nose, snapping my attention back to her. “Put some on.”
I wasn’t about to argue. I slathered on the lotion as best I could. It was cool, at least, and didn’t stink. There was that. All the stuff Cassandra used stank of dead flowers or fake fruits.
Emma made another noise of annoyance and stepped in front of me. Despite her obvious disgust in my apparently inadequate skin-care regimen, her eyes were fond as she peered up at me.
“You have streaks of it everywhere,” she admonished before frowning. “You’re too tall.”
You’re just right.
“You’ll have to blame my parents on that one, Em.”
The corners of her lips curled.
“Bend down, will you?” She was already reaching up for me.
Rendered a deer in headlights, I did as she asked, my face slack, my gaze stuck on hers. With gentle but deft movements, she ran the pads of her fingers over my skin, along the bridge of my nose, down the sides of my cheeks. Biting back a groan, I lowered my lids and breathed deeply. They were simple touches, nothing more than her smearing sunscreen on me. And it felt so good I wanted to purr or whimper. Something. Anything