and crossed over to her before squatting down next to her chair and holding out his phone so they could both see the screen. “That is why I recorded it.”
He hit Play and—
Damn those tech people and their need to constantly improve the video quality of cell phones.
The image on the screen showed her with her mouth open wide enough to catch a swarm of horseflies, her hair going every which way, and a very distinctly glistening line of moisture going from her mouth to her chin. It was bad. It wasn’t like grab-a-horse-and-ride-off-to-the-farthest-pasture-for-the-rest-of-eternity bad, but it was still very not good. Then it got worse because of course it did. Will clicked the volume control button and took the phone off mute and a low, loud, stuttering rumble of a snore filled the room.
Hadley closed her eyes, but it only made the snores louder in her head. Great. Exhaling, she opened her eyes and looked up at Mr. Bargain Bin Halloween Costume Cowboy himself. The big jerk was grinning down at her, his cute-boy dimple doing its best to distract from his evil nature.
She shrugged. “So it happened once.”
Will slid his phone back in his front pocket—how there was enough room, considering how tightly they fit, she had no idea—and stood upright, his attention never straying from her face.
“By the end of the week, we’ll know for sure,” he said.
Ah yes, they were stuck sleeping together. Well, not together. They’d be in the same room—one that was small enough that if she got up right now, she’d have no choice but to stand within touching distance of him.
Not that she wanted to touch him.
Ugh.
That was the last thing she wanted even if he had one section of hair in desperate need of being brushed back and a day’s worth of scruff on his jaw that looked like it was the perfect mix of sandpaper and silk to the touch. Nope. She was keeping her hands to herself, clasped right in the middle of her lap, and her ass firmly planted on the damn uncomfortable chair because what had happened in the coat closet at the fundraiser had been an accident.
Pure chance.
Bad luck.
An obvious sign that she’d done something horrible in a previous life.
“I have no idea what’s going on in that head of yours, but it looks like steam is about to come out of your ears.” He leaned down and put his hands on the chair’s armrests on either side of her. “You thinking about all the hot dreams you had of me?”
No!
But now she probably would be, damn her easily suggestible subconscious.
Not that she’d admit that the coat-closet kiss had been an ahem inspiration that might have—all right, had—required the purchasing of new batteries. The man’s ego was out of control enough as it was. Plus with Will here, there was not enough privacy on the whole of Hidden Creek Ranch for her to use the vibrator she’d tucked into her suitcase. Somehow the man would figure it out. And he’d call her on it. And oh my God why was it getting so hot in here and why were her nipples suddenly so achingly hard?
Do you really need three cowboy guesses for that one, Hadley?
“We need to head out for dinner before Aunt Louise sends one of the cousins to see if we are doing something we aren’t supposed to,” she said, the words all coming out in one fast rush that still managed to sound breathy and desperate to her own ears.
There was no way Will would miss it—or the probable reason for her discomfort.
He stood up and took a step back, but the intensity of his attention remained on her like a yearned-for-but-unspoken-about touch. “You mean like finishing what we started in the coat closet?”
“That is finished.” Say it enough and it’s gotta be true.
His green-eyed gaze dipped down to her mouth, lingering and hot. “Too bad for me.”
She exhaled a shaky breath. “Yes, it is.”
His gaze flicked up to her eyes, and the air practically crackled between them. “I don’t doubt that for a minute.”
Needing to move before she reached out and did something dumb, she all but jumped up from the chair and started pacing in the small space, her heart hammering against her ribs as desire threaded through her, warm and addicting. “Why are you saying things like that? There’s no one here to see it.”
He cocked his head to the side, genuine curiosity softening his hard features. “Don’t people just