Hammered (Blue Bay Crew #3)- Cathryn Fox Page 0,53
“Are you cold?”
“No, I’m excited to go fishing to see if I’ll like it.”
He stands and pulls me up. “Do you have to go with the others to eat? Is that part of the process here on the set or something? Everyone seems to hang out together all the time.”
“It’s not a written rule or anything, and usually I would—”
“Because you always follow the rules, right?”
“Yup, pretty much. I don’t rock the boat.”
“It’s okay to rock the boat every now and then, Haven. Sometimes good things can happen when you do.”
I laugh. “This coming from the guy with authority issues.”
His chuckle curls around me. “And that, my friend, is how I know sometimes it’s a good thing. I’ll prove it to you later.”
“Um, let’s just go fishing,” I say, and pull myself together. “Just let me grab a couple things from the back.” I gather a few toiletries from the suitcase and drop them into my purse. I don’t really need much at the cabin.
“You feel better?” he asks when I come back down the hallway and I swear to God, my ovaries just did the macarena when I find him leaning against the door, boots crossed, jeans low on his hips. I will never tire of this image. In fact, I’m going to imprint it on my brain to call on later, when he’s no longer in my life. But I’m not going to think about that right now. I’m just going to bask in the moment and enjoy trying new things with this man who fills me with a sense of comfort and safety.
I go up on my toes and kiss him. His big hand slides to the small of my back and he kisses me with heat and need. A car engine starts outside, and he breaks the kiss. “Before we go back to the cabin, there someone you have to meet,” he says.
I arch a brow. What is he up to now? “Yeah?”
“Kytee. She’s going to put my nuts in a vice if I don’t bring you by. Her words not mine.”
“She sounds feisty,” I say, already liking her.
“She’s a fan, let me just tell you that. She’s going to feed us too, so we don’t have to cook or go to Winchester’s.”
I laugh. “I can buy us dinner at Winchester’s.” Heck, I have a good amount of cash socked away.
“I can buy us dinner too, but I’m saving.”
I nod, understanding he’s saving money for his gym. I love his enthusiasm when he talks about it, and all his big ideas. It sounds like the kind of gym my brother would love to train in, not that he’d step foot in Tyler’s facility.
“Besides,” he says, bringing my thoughts back. “They like to feed me, so really, I’m doing this for them.”
I shake my head. The man is too adorable for his own good, or for mine. “You’re selling, pal, but I’m not buying.”
“Come on. you might as well meet her before you have to go to Sunday dinner. Gram is not going to let me off the hook again, and besides, I really do enjoy them.”
My steps slow as we leave my trailer and head toward his truck. “I think it’s wonderful that you guys all get together around a big table once a week.” I glance at my shoes, my heart squeezing tight in my chest. Maybe I shouldn’t go, maybe it will simply show me what I’ve always wanted, but won’t ever have. “I don’t know if I should go, Tyler. We don’t want—” His laugh cuts me off and my gaze jerks to his. “What?”
“You think you have a say in the matter? No way in hell will Gram let you get out of that. Beside she’s an amazing cook, so you should come.”
He opens the passenger side door to his truck and waves his hand for me to enter. Okay, it’s true I’m a people pleaser but… “Didn’t you just say I should rock the boat?”
“Not that boat,” he says. “And the one we’re getting into tonight, I’m going to rock that one for you.” He braces his hands above my door, and his scent carries on a breeze. As I breathe him in, his gaze moves over my face, a small grin playing at the corners. Is it possible that he wants me there, wants me to be a part of his family, because…we take care of our own? Does Tyler think of me as his own? Wanting to be wanted