nice big bite.
Aw, yeah.
“Juice or coffee?” Flint asks.
I shake my head and keep on chewing. Like I’d even dream of letting anything else compete with the doughy goodness filling my mouth.
“Water?” he asks. “Easy, babe, don’t choke.”
I nod.
Even though I know they’re a gazillion calories, I scarf down two malasadas before drinking the glass of iced water he slides over. “Wow, that was scrumptious! Can’t remember the last time I had one.” I laugh at myself. “I know, what else is new?”
“Give it time,” he says quietly. “It’ll all come back. Cash says there’s no cure like patience.”
“I hope so, but right now, I think I’m going to take a shower and get dressed.”
“Need any help?”
Oh, God. Did he just say...
I do a double take. My cheeks light up. He didn’t mean that the way my body wants to take it, I’m sure. Right?
He’s a hard man to read. He bends down to pick up Savanny’s empty dishes, so I can’t tell what he’s thinking.
“I’ll be fine.” I climb off the stool and head for the bedroom, then the bathroom. This awkward shame flicks through my blood.
It’s not like I can blame him if he wants to wait. I wouldn’t exactly want to jump a girl either if she couldn’t remember our own wedding, much less our last time in bed.
A minute later, there’s a knock on the door. My heart nearly leaps out of my chest again with more excitement than the donut caused.
Whew. Am I reading this all wrong?
“Brought you some clean clothes,” he says matter-of-factly.
Taking a deep breath, I open the door. “Oh, I knew I forgot something. Thanks!”
“Figured it was easier for me to get them than for you to go searching,” he says, handing me a stack of neatly folded clothes.
For a second, our eyes meet. There’s a hot, electric, stingy vibration in my skin right before we jerk away.
Just awesome. So much for making things less awkward.
“Um, thanks, Flint,” I mumble again, shutting the door a little too fast.
God.
Pulling myself back together, I decide on a bath rather than a shower, hoping a nice soak will help ease the lingering soreness in my muscles.
I need to relax. Right now, I’m too keyed up thinking about showering with Flint.
Maybe my brain can’t remember that joy, but I think my body does.
It’s not hard to imagine his huge, hulking body pinning me down.
The same corded muscle he used to banish my nightmares so tenderly last night could also do wicked things. The same calm blue eyes that seem so gentle could turn fierce in an instant. And that smart mouth of his...holy hell.
My knees tremble, imagining him stamping fire-kisses across my body. His lips, his tongue, his stubble with just the right scratchy goodness heading straight for my—
Yeah. No. We’re not going there.
Not when I’m in the thick of ninety-nine other problems. There’s no room for a handsome beast-man devouring me more greedily than I swallowed up those malasadas.
The long soak in the tub helps clear my head and put out the blaze between my legs.
After it, I put on the island wear dress hanging on the door. It’s dark blue with big yellow hibiscuses scattered across it. Then, minding the butterfly stitches at my temple, I dry my hair and pull it back in a ponytail. Searching the drawers doesn’t turn up a single hair binder.
Weird. You’d think I’d have a few laying around. But maybe ponytails aren’t my style?
Leaving my hair hanging loose, I leave the bathroom. A sense of longing hits me when I glance at the bed that’s been made.
Tired again. Ugh.
I hope this crap gets better. It’d be nice to spend a full day without napping more than the cat. Deciding to fight it awhile, I go hunting for Flint and find him outside.
He’s sitting at a small table with his laptop.
A yawn hits hard, and I can’t hold it back.
“Have a seat,” he says. “You look dog-tired. Don’t fight it. Cash says sleep’s the best medicine.”
“If that’s the verdict, I should be in perfect health by now,” I say, plopping down on one of the comfy lounge chairs. “I’m just tired of this, but I can’t seem to stay awake.”
“Just close your eyes for a little while,” he says. “I’ll be here.”
“Flint, I don’t want to—”
“Val. You, sleep, now.” Those blue eyes are so full of it, but they’re also kind.
“Fine. But later, you start talking in complete sentences, okay?”
He grunts loudly. Full caveman style.
I can’t help but laugh, and