It Wasn't Me - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,29

Why are you untying your shoes?”

I frowned and looked down at them, then back up at him. “Umm, because that’s how I take them off?”

“Normal people just toe them off,” he said. “Without untying them.”

He pointed to his tennis shoes in the corner of the room.

They were tied. There was no way he’d be able to slip his massive feet into them without untying them.

“You’d have to untie them anyway to get them on,” I said. “I just save myself some time when I go to put them on again by untying them now instead of later.”

“I don’t untie them,” he disagreed. “I just slip my foot into them.”

My eyes widened. “You do not.”

“I do, too,” he shot right back.

“Prove it,” I ordered, pointing at them.

He grinned and toed off his boots that he’d had on all day, then walked over to the shoes and slipped them on, one by one, without, might I add, untying the shoes.

“Holy shit,” I breathed. “How is that even possible? Are those super loose?”

He shook his head. “No. They’re perfect, actually.”

Then he toed them off and kicked them back in the corner of the room.

“Why’d you bring those, anyway?” I asked. “Do you plan on going to run later?”

I was actually excited by the concept. I’d found that I loved running. Now, that wasn’t to say that I was a good runner, but I ran. I was slow as molasses, but it was something.

He narrowed his eyes. “I was considering it. Why?”

“Can I run with you?” I asked curiously.

His eyes roamed down my body.

“Is that what you’ve been doing to get those legs?” he asked casually.

I looked down at my legs.

I hadn’t really noticed them being all that ‘great.’ What I had noticed was that they were getting so big that they barely fit into even my stretchiest of jeans anymore.

“I had a lot of free time in Germany,” I admitted. “So I taught myself how to run. I also started lifting weights and doing some core exercises. My arms are still pretty wimpy, though.”

He looked at my arms, which I’d held up to show him in the universal sign of ‘check out these guns’ and waited for him to comment.

He didn’t disappoint.

“You should probably put those deadly weapons away,” he suggested teasingly. “It’s illegal to have unregistered firearms in this hotel.”

I snickered and once again stood up from my slouch on the bed.

My legs were tired, and my feet were hurting terribly.

But the thought of going to run with him was making me excited.

As long as he waited until it was closer to night time and I could run without the blazing sun shining down on me.

“As for the shoes, I brought them to go do a workout in at the hotel gym.” He paused. “But I can go for a run with you as long as you don’t expect me to run fast. I don’t think I could keep up today. My knees hurt like a bitch.”

“What’s wrong with your knees?” I asked, using the side table next to the bed to hold myself steady as I bent over and removed my socks from my feet. The right way.

“You just seriously took your socks off where you can slip them back on.” He shuddered. “Who the hell have I married? Only serial killers do that.”

I snorted.

“Next you’re going to tell me that you wear mismatched socks,” I said breathlessly.

God, I loved that he was teasing me.

I loved even more that he’d just openly admitted to being married to me, and not looking the least bit offended by it.

“What’s wrong with mismatched socks?” he asked as he lifted his pant legs up to show me.

That was when I lost it.

He was wearing two different socks. Sure, with his pant legs down, they appeared to be the same, but when he lifted the hem of his jeans up and showed me his ankles, there was no doubting it in my mind.

“You’re wearing an ankle sock and an over the calf sock. Isn’t that uncomfortable for you at all?” I wondered.

He shrugged. “I thought they were the same when I packed them but figured out right quick that they weren’t. But since my only other pair that I brought are dirty, these socks are the winners.”

Grinning wickedly at him, I started at the button of my jeans.

It wasn’t until I had them shimmied down over my hips that I saw that he was no longer playful and sweet.

No, his eyes were hot and intense as