Heap of Trouble (Trouble, Tennessee 2)
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Curt shot her a wink. “Next time.”
“Yes,” she agreed. “Definitely next time.”
“I left some towels on the chair. Jims said this was your room before—”
“It was,” she quickly told him, wishing he’d either join her or leave, and preferring the latter since she’d been fantasizing about another man.
“I’m okay with this, Heather,” Curt said, seemingly more understanding of something she didn’t quite understand. “I’ll wait outside.”
“Curt?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m still crazy about you.”
“Of course you are,” he said, grinning. “But those fingers weren’t working for me just now and we both know it.”
* * * *
Maybe a lesser man wouldn’t have sought out the source of Heather’s fantasies. Then again, Curt wasn’t the lesser man. He held a place in Heather’s heart. It was just different between them now. And Gabe had always been there.
He didn’t think Gabe had ever acted on his feelings, but he’d known about him long before they’d met. Heather had always talked about Gabe and that extra light seemingly burned brighter in her eyes whenever she mentioned him.
Gabe faced him as he approached. “Everything okay in there?”
Curt chuckled. “You might say that.”
“Don’t rub it in.” He turned back to the fence, propped his boot on a rusty strong wire and draped his arms over the top board. “I can only imagine.”
“No, I don’t think you can,” Curt said, standing at his side admiring the horses as they galloped across the open field.
“Care to share?”
“One of these days, I’ll hit you up with that same question.”
“And until then?” Gabe asked, frowning.
“Until then, there’s a lady waiting on you in her room. And as for me rubbing it in? Don’t you do it, either.”
Gabe couldn’t hide his smile, though Curt had to give him an A for effort.
Gabe stared at him for a few moments before he asked, “What exactly happened in there?”
Curt sighed. “I walked in on her in the shower.”
“Purposefully, I presume.”
“Absolutely, which is why this stings all the more.”
“And?”
“She was clearly fantasizing about you.”
“Fantasizing how?”
“Want me to spell it out for you?”
Gabe chuckled, pulled his shades from his shirt pocket and put them on.