down the steps, landing with a paper-crunching whomp on the floor. “Your clothes are here,” Dave called out. “I got a charter gig in thirty minutes. See ya later.”
“Wait.” Nicole darted out of the bedroom and nearly tripped over the bags getting to the steps. “When will you be back?”
He smirked from the halfway up the stairs. “Miss me already?”
She tried to play off her boredom. “No, I just like to know who and what to expect. Helps me to know if it’s a good guy or a bad guy.”
Dave snorted. “Honey, I’m bad to the bone. What’s the difference?”
She didn’t respond, maintaining eye contact until he gave in.
“I’ll be back around dark.”
“Thanks.”
“You got everything you need for now?”
She nodded. “Now that I have clothes, I can get around. I won’t need you to run my errands.”
“If you need a vehicle, the keys to my truck are—”
“Hanging inside the cabinet by the fridge. I know.”
“Snooping around?”
“I was bored.”
“You don’t have to stay here, you know,” he said, his brows raised. “You have clothes.”
“That reminds me. Did you get the hair dye?” she asked.
His lips pressed together for a moment, his gaze sweeping over her head. “No.”
“Why not?”
“I gotta go.” He started up the stairs, refusing to answer.
“Well, I appreciate what you did get. I can pick up the dye at the store later.”
He paused, almost out of the cabin, and then turned back. “Don’t.”
She glanced up from the packages. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t dye your hair.”
Nicole studied the frown on his face. “Why not?”
“I like your hair the way it is.” Then he left.
Shaking her head, Nicole went to work sorting through the clothes he’d purchased, imagining how uncomfortable he must have been asking for a ladies bra and panties. She could have gone without the bra, but she’d wanted him to be a little uncomfortable. As opposed as he’d been to her staying on his boat, he deserved a little embarrassment.
She glanced out the window on the port side facing the dock. Dave strode away in his boat shoes, worn jeans and T-shirt, a fishing cap pulled down over his shaggy hair. He carried himself like a soldier, with all the pride and dignity drilled into him. And beneath the sloppy outfit was the body of a warrior.
Nicole had seen it. And damn if she didn’t want to see it again.
As she tore through the bags, arranging the items, she set herself straight.
Messing with Dave Logsdon would be a big mistake.
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