grin on his face made her heart skip a beat.
“Great. We should change the sheets on the bed. I cleaned all the linens—they’re in the closet upstairs. I’ll get sheets and towels for you.”
“Matt...” She put a hand on his arm. “I slept at a truck stop last night, and I haven’t had a proper shower in two days. Old sheets aren’t a problem. I’ll be fine.”
“I’ll get the sheets, anyway. And then I’ll carry your stuff in from the truck.”
She smiled as he took off. He was a good guy. A really good one.
Now, if only she could keep her hands off him.
He’s a client. Yes, albeit a fit, good-looking one. But she wouldn’t screw this up. Too much depended on it.
COFFEE. MATT NEEDED loads of it. Maybe a dump truck full. Most of the night he’d spent thinking about Chelly. About how easy it had been to invite her into his life. How much he wanted her near him. Wrong. That was the last thing she needed—him being possessive.
Having her around would be challenging enough.
Did he need some wandering woman who looked like an angel making his life more complicated? She would, of that he had no doubt, but he hadn’t been able to stop himself.
Part of her appeal was her strength. She didn’t want handouts, and it was tough for her to accept his kindness. If she’d been greedy or asked for a favor, he might not have been as accepting. But she hadn’t asked for anything.
She was a complication. After his last tour, and with everything that had happened with his parents, he should want space. Time alone to get himself together. For his life to make sense again.
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