definitely shouldn’t do—Lindsay quickly added, “How’s your Gumball injury?”
“Better.” You wouldn’t have guessed that, though, from his grumpy tone. A tone that made it all the way to his expression and his sizzling blue eyes. He drank some coffee, then huffed. “You can’t think us sharing a bunkhouse, alone, is a good idea.”
It depended on the definition of good, so there were several ways she could interpret that. Maybe he was referring to his very male reaction when she’d put the lip balm on him. Or something else. Both, or either, would be weighing on his mind, so she decided to go ahead and get that thousand-pound gorilla out into the open.
“I’m sure you remember a group of us ended up at the Longhorn Bar after a charity rodeo,” she threw out there. “You and I drank some beer, danced, and when we ended up going outside for some fresh air, you kissed me.”
Nick stared at her for what felt like hours and then cursed. “I apologized for that. I was way out of line.”
Lindsay frowned, but that was exactly the answer she’d expected. “Clearly, you and I have a different take on things. You kissed me, and I liked it. No apology was necessary.”
“You can’t argue with the out of line part,” he grumbled. Nick did more of that cursing. “For Pete’s sake, you’re my ex-girlfriend’s sister. That makes you off-limits.”
Apparently, his feelings on that hadn’t changed in the past six months. Of course, her feelings hadn’t changed, either. Somewhere in between the dancing and the kiss, Lindsay had fallen hard for Nick. Probably best not to blurt that out, though, or it would send him running.
It had nearly sent her running, too.
She hadn’t been “in the market” for falling for a man. It hadn’t even been on her radar. In fact, until that kiss from Nick, she’d decided that the life her sister had would never be hers. Not that she envied what Carol Ann had now. Nope. But Lindsay had just about decided that being in love wasn’t something she would ever experience. She wasn’t in love with Nick, not yet, anyway, but she could see it as being a possibility. No way would Nick see it that way.
Lindsay smiled when she looked at him. Not especially hard to manage that, since he was hot eye candy in addition to being a decent guy. Her exes hadn’t quite qualified for decent status, and as Carol Ann liked to say, Lindsay was a turd magnet. Lindsay had totally agreed with her.
Until that kiss.
“When you kissed me that night, it felt as if something clicked,” she confessed. She went closer to him. Probably too close. But she didn’t want him to miss any part of this. Besides, it was just nice being next to him, especially when she took in the scent of his soap and the leather from his boots. “In that moment, I realized I couldn’t settle for another turd.”
In hindsight, she should have explained that better or at least given him a detail or two about the “turd” label. “Huh?” he asked. His forehead bunched up.
She would have explained herself, probably would have also moved closer to test his off-limits comment, but there was a knock on the bunkhouse door. Lindsay frowned, but it wasn’t as deep as Nick’s, and while checking his watch, he went to the door.
Lindsay checked the time 7:00 a.m. Early by some people’s standards, but their workday would start in about a half hour. Apparently, it was early enough for the boss, too, because their visitor was Dylan Granger.
He stepped in, his gaze sweeping around the bunkhouse before it landed first on Nick, then her and then on Nick again. The corner of Dylan’s mouth lifted.
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