Son-of-a—
“You okay?”
He shook his head to clear it. “I will be.”
“I don't want you to be uncomfortable.”
Everything about tonight was uncomfortable. Seeing her again, being covered in body paint, the tightness in his chest when she smiled up at him.
“I'll be alright. My truck is around the corner. Bright red. You can't miss it.”
Even in a town as safe and quaint as Roseville, he waited until she was locked in her car before he jogged the hundred yards or so to his truck. By the time he was behind the wheel, she'd pulled out onto the road and stopped a few lengths back. He fired up the diesel engine and headed for home.
One minute into his drive he'd come up with at least three reasons this was his worst idea ever.
Mainly that he was half naked already and she was drop dead gorgeous. Easily the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
Second to that was she'd piqued his curiosity and that was dangerous. When he was interested in something he tended to fixate and study. He shouldn't be thinking about studying Sabrina Duncan. A friendly cup of coffee was all this could be.
And he couldn't seem to stop thinking about that kiss that had never happened all those years ago. Somewhere deep down, he'd been harboring extra resentment for being denied his good night kiss. And that was dangerous.
By minute three, he'd given himself a firm talking to. Coffee. Talk. He'd get some nagging questions answered and he could go back to work on Monday satisfied and prepared to work.
As if thinking about work conjured it, his phone buzzed against his thigh.
“Still ignoring you, Toby.” Jackass.
He kept an eye on Sabrina's little red car in the rear-view mirror. She kept a safe distance, didn't ride his bumper. There weren't too many cars on the road at this time of night.
What the hell was he thinking, taking her back to his rig? “Of all the stupid ideas—”
The sign for the campground came into view, dripping with orange Halloween lights. He flipped on his signal and then turned into the oversized driveway. After making the first left, he drove around the small lake that sat in the middle of the park. It was one of the nicer places he'd stayed, and the waterfront view was worth the extra rent each month.
He pulled to a stop behind his fifth wheel, careful to leave enough space for Sabrina to park. Before he got out, he took one last opportunity to give his dick a talking to.
Talking only tonight.
Which meant that tomorrow night was up for negotiation.
He sighed to himself, frustrated that he'd been perfectly content and capable the last few years. Sex wasn't a problem for him. Having it or not having it. And in general, he didn't have a whole lot of urges.
But since the moment he'd locked eyes on one very sexy woman in a kitty cat costume, his libido had been on full-fucking-alert.
When he jumped down from the cab, he found her standing next to her car, looking at the lighted fountain in the center of the lake.
“It's beautiful,” she said, then glanced over at him. She stared at him for a long moment and then her gaze drifted beyond him, taking in the camper. “This home?”
“Yeah. Cheaper than renting a hotel room.”
Her spine straightened a fraction and a wave of energy seemed to flow through her. “I want to hear everything.”
He felt the same way and yet, hearing the words on her lips made him purse his own. There was so much history between them, but the last fifteen years were like a giant chasm, him on one side, her waving from the other.
Coffee.
It was just coffee.
He started for the door, pulling out his keys. “Come on in.”
The click of the lock was familiar and soothing. He pulled open the door and climbed the last two steps. After flicking on the lights in the living area, he turned back to see if she needed any help. The metal stairs on RVs weren't the sturdiest of inventions, but she was already on the linoleum in the entryway. Her big blue eyes darted around like a ping-pong ball, taking everything in.
He scratched at the body paint and moved into the kitchen to turn on a few more lights. Maybe if the place was bright enough he would stop thinking about kissing her.
“You're so tidy.”
He glanced around, seeing what she saw. Standard neutral interior that looked like it'd just come off the RV lot. No family photos, no frills, no extras. Tidy was another word for boring. Hell, it was almost like he was a ghost.
Even his dishware was basic, plain and simple white. And Sabrina was just the opposite. Even dressed in all black, she seemed to be glowing all the colors of the rainbow. Vibrant as hell with a smile that made his heart squeeze.
He stayed rooted next to the refrigerator, a full-fledged battle waging inside him.
Sabrina was acutely aware of David’s eyes following her every movement. His gaze seemed to track each breath she took.
Once again, his hand lifted to scratch at the paint on his chest. He seemed so uncomfortable and that was the last thing she wanted.
A voice told her to go. To leave well enough alone. But a louder voice screamed for her to stay.
They'd been such good friends once. Surely, they could have an adult conversation and catch up.
Except... the soft glow in the interior of the RV was like the ultimate mood lighting. And his eyes were so dark and deep she felt herself getting sucked in, pulled closer. The desire exploding through her veins had nothing to do with catching up and everything to do with throwing down.
She blew out a covert sigh and turned to study the couch. Anything to keep her eyes off him. The pucker in the leather cushion gave a clue as to which spot he preferred. It was easy
