because she’d spent the night drooling on it, and probably snoring, did dent up her pride. So her nemesis had seen her naked, made her come in a bathroom, and had been serenaded with the song of her wet-chain-saw snoring. Aaaaaaaaand she was going to get to spend three hours shut up in a car with him on the drive back to the ranch.
Please, God, let PawPaw be in the mood to tell every story he knows…
That would fill up the drive for sure. Hell, that might even get them through dinner. Of course, that left tonight. In the cabin. Alone.
She grabbed Will’s pillow and held it to her face so she could groan into it—only to be hit with the unmistakable scent of sexy, off-limits Evil Twin. A better woman would have tossed the damn thing across the room. She was weak. She took a second and a third inhale. The sound of the bathroom door opening registered two seconds later than it should have.
“Are you smelling my pillow?” Will asked.
She didn’t have to lower the pillow to see the smirk on his face, since there was no missing the self-satisfaction in his voice. As tempting as it was to just go ahead and smother herself with his pillow, she wouldn’t give in and let him win.
She sat up and let the pillow drop. “I was screaming into it.”
While true, it would have sounded more convincing if her voice hadn’t squeaked in the middle of the word “screaming.” Some reactions, however, couldn’t be helped—especially now when it came to seeing Will wearing only a pair of zipped but unbuttoned jeans that were being held up by the patron saint of regrettable sexcapades. There was just something about the bare feet, muscled chest, damp hair, almost-totally-naked combination that gave him a sexy, vulnerable vibe that was her catnip. Obviously her better judgment needed to wake the fuck up because if there was anyone who didn’t fit that bill, it was the Evil Twin himself. They’d only been arguing every time they met for the past year. She knew better than to get fooled by the happy trail that disappeared behind his zipper.
“That was some quiet screaming,” he said, lifting an eyebrow. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You were very quiet in the bathroom last night.”
And there it was, the reminder of what kind of an egomaniacal prick he was. That was why her heartbeat had picked up, her nipples were poking against her cotton T-shirt, and why her gaze kept dropping to his zipper, wondering for how much longer it would hold.
“We’re not talking about that,” she said, her cheeks burning. “Ever.”
“Really?” He thumbed the button of his jeans but didn’t fasten them. “That’s what you’re going with?”
She forced her gaze up past his sinewy chest to his face. “Yes.”
“Ouch. A man of lesser ego would be crushed right about now.” He buttoned his jeans, grabbed his T-shirt from where it lay across the bottom of the bed, and pulled it on. “Seriously, though, we do need to talk, just to get everything out on the table. Last night was fun and all, but it’s not a good idea for it to happen again.”
“Wait. What?” She sat up, her jaw hanging so far open, she coulda caught flies. Who in the hell was he to tell her that? She was the one who was going to tell him that! “You don’t want a repeat?”
He reached over and plucked that black cowboy hat of his off the dresser but didn’t put it on. “I mean, we can both agree that getting naked together isn’t in either of our best interests.”
“What interests are those?” she asked, trying not to get distracted by watching his long fingers on the soft brim of his hat and remembering where they’d been last night.
One of his brows shot up. “Are you saying you want to have sex again?”
Damn it. That’s what she got for getting distracted.
“No,” she said, her voice sharp.
“Good. Glad that’s all cleared up,” he said, looking back down at his hat before glancing back at her and giving her a wink. “Now I’m going to go grab some breakfast. That bacon smells so good, my stomach started growling in the shower.”
Without even looking her way, he strutted out of the room, cowboy hat dangling in his grasp.
What in the hell had just happened? Hadley flopped back, swiped Will’s pillow from the bed, held it to her face, and let loose with a