Touch by Touch (Riggins Brothers #4) - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,8
his bare chest and the blanket surround me. His hands are roaming over my back. I know he’s just trying to help me, and he is, but he’s not just warming me from the cold. He’s turning me on. Conrad Riggins has been hiding a perfect six-pack under all those suits he wears, and even on the verge of hypothermia, I can appreciate how damn sexy he is.
“Better?” he asks when my body stops shaking.
I don’t want to say yes, because I’m not ready for him to pull away. It’s been way too long since a man has held me in his arms, even if it’s for survival purposes. “Yes,” I eventually say. I go to pull away, but he tightens his hold on me.
“Let’s go have a seat.” He manages to lead us to the couch, where he sits and pulls me into his lap, wrapping the blanket around both of us. “Tell me what happened.”
“By the time I reached town, the snow was falling hard. When I got here, I had to use the restroom, so I grabbed one small bag, my phone, and purse and made my way inside. The cabin was freezing, still is freezing.” I shiver. “Anyway, I couldn’t get the thermostat to work. So I thought I would make a fire, then call Aurora and Grant to see what I was doing wrong. All the firewood is covered in snow. I went outside to grab some anyway to bring it in and thaw out. By the time I was done, I was frozen to the bone. The only way I knew to warm up was a hot shower. The hot water ran out not long after I got in. So, I got out and came in search of my phone to call someone to come and help. That’s when I heard the door open, and well, you know the rest.”
“Shit,” he mumbles as he tightens his grip.
“What?” I try to sit up to look at him, but his hold on me is strong. I don’t fight him and keep my head resting on his shoulder.
“The thermostat isn’t broken. It’s locked.”
“Seriously?” I ask. “Why in the hell is it locked?”
“That’s my fault. Do you remember when me and my brothers came up here for the weekend back in September to go fishing?”
“Yeah. Aurora had to practically force Grant to go.”
“So did Sawyer and Layla.” He chuckles. “Anyway, it was cooler weather outside because of the wind, so we had to bundle up—nothing we’re not used to. When we got back to the cabin, we had a few beers, and Marshall was whining that he was hot. He still had on all of his layers and a few beers in him. He kept trying to mess with the thermostat to turn on the air, which me and the others agreed that we did not need, so I locked it.”
“You locked it?” This time when I try to sit up, he lets me. He has an apologetic frown on his face. “How did you lock it?”
“IT guy, remember?” He shrugs.
“So, it’s not broken?”
“No.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He holds the screen so that I can watch him. He taps a thermostat icon and turns up the heat. The furnace immediately kicks on. “We have it, so we can program it from anywhere. We do that so that we can maintain the temperature before we come up, and keep it high enough in the winter that the pipes don’t freeze, and also not cost us a fortune to heat it when there is no one staying here.”
“No one thought to turn it up since I was driving up early?”
“I’m sorry.”
“And the water heater?”
“Just a freak coincidence. I’ll take a look. I don’t know that we’ve ever replaced it. I’ll call Dad to verify. My guess is that it’s just broken and we’ll need to get someone here to install a new one. I didn’t bring my truck, or I could go pick one up and install it myself.”
“You know how to do that?”
“Yes.” His eyes are locked on mine as he lifts his hand and palms my cheek. “I’m so sorry, Aspen. I hate the thought of you here alone and freezing.”
“Speaking of alone, what are you doing here?”
“Mom wanted me to be here in case you needed help with anything. Well, not me specifically. Me or Marshall since she knew getting the others away from their wives would be impossible.”