He knew it wasn’t the kind of bed Skye had intended when he took her to her guest room. Instead, he told her he’d be back after she got ready. Trent trotted down the stairs and got two glasses of water before heading back upstairs and into his bedroom. He stripped off his clothes and pulled on a pair of lounge pants that hung low on his hips before he brushed his teeth and washed his face.
When Trent knocked on Skye’s door, he heard her call for him to enter. She was sitting on the edge of the bed in an old Syracuse lacrosse shirt that stopped at the top of her thighs. She was so beautiful it almost knocked him over. Beauty wasn’t red carpet fashion. Beauty was a freshly washed face in nothing but a T-shirt. Skye’s long hair hung loose and she had one leg tucked under the other. Her bare leg swung gently as she waited for him.
Trent didn’t miss the way her eyes traveled over his bare chest and downward. Taking a deep breath, Trent did the hardest thing he’d ever done before. He walked over to Skye, leaned down, and placed a sweet kiss to her lips before pulling back the covers. Skye slid underneath them and silently watched him move around the room turning off the lights. Trent grabbed the blanket on the back of a chair and walked over to the bed.
Skye rolled over onto her side and watched as he lay down on top of the comforter with the blanket. “I’m not that tired,” Skye said with a little laugh as Trent rolled onto his side to face her.
He studied the way moonlight caressed her face and reached out for Skye. She immediately snuggled closer to him. Trent held her as she used his arm for a pillow. “Our relationship always seems rushed. I don’t want to rush. I want to savor. So, how badly are you missing your sushi?”
He felt Skye laugh against him as they talked. As the hours went by, the moonlight traveled across her face, down her body, and when they finally fell asleep, dawn began to glow through the window.
Skye stretched as she slowly cracked her eyes open. She immediately reached out for Trent and sat up quickly when she didn’t feel him next to her. They’d stayed up all night talking. Talking to Trent was almost as good as foreplay. Almost. He listened, he asked questions, and he laughed at all her silly little stories. She felt valued and that was beyond sexy.
Skye looked around and slid from the bed. The air was a little chilly, but nothing the blanket Trent had slept under couldn’t help. She grabbed it and wrapped it around her shoulders like a shawl before heading downstairs. “Trent?”
Skye paused and listened. In the distance she heard machinery and knew where he was. She didn’t bother with shoes as she hopped out the back door and walked over to his workshop.
The door was cracked and she leaned forward to look inside without disturbing him. She saw him in his work clothes of jeans and flannel shirt. He had on goggles and gloves as he maneuvered a large saw. Skye was so engrossed in watching him work she didn’t hear the people approaching behind her.
“I remember having a butt like that. I miss that butt.”
Skye spun around to find Miss Ruby and Miss Winnie standing there holding two baskets of food.
“You could get them butt implants,” Miss Ruby said to Miss Winnie.
Miss Winnie’s face perked up as Skye tried to move the blanket to cover herself more. “I could get a personal trainer. You think your trainer would get my butt back?”
Skye tried not to laugh since she couldn’t tell if Miss Winnie was joking or not. “I’ll fly him out here for you when this is all over.”
“Aren’t you a doll?” Miss Winnie looked so excited that Skye found herself deciding she would actually do it for Miss Winnie. She wondered what Julio would think of training an eighty-year-old woman who strongly resembled a plucked chicken. “We brought you some food. Just ignore the pile of pies and cakes by the front door and start with ours. After all, we know we’ll win the bake-off.”
Miss Ruby nodded and looked Skye over. “You could do with some meat on your bones.” Well, that was the first time since she went to Hollywood that she’d been told that.