Crazy Hot Love (Dirty Dicks 2)

He grabs my arms and oh God, this is it. He’s going to kiss me.

“You’re bleeding.” He twists my arm to get a better look, but the touch of his hand causes a zap of energy to race up my arm, and I pull away.

“Huh?” I say, looking at my arm to see if his touch burned me. But there’s nothing but a dusting of goose bumps.

“You have a cut on your arm,” he says, nodding toward the blood.

“Oh. Uh…” I look at my arm again, trying to collect my thoughts.

How foolish of me to believe Trevor would kiss me out of nowhere. I’ve known him for years, and not once has he tried to put the moves on me, why on Earth would he do it now?

I shake my head. “It’s nothing. Scratched it in the barn earlier.”

“It doesn’t look like nothing.” He reaches for my arm again. “That’s deep. You might need stitches. And a tetanus shot.”

“No and no.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I don’t do needles.” I try to pull my arm away again, but this time he has a firm grip.

“Let me clean it up, get a better look at it, and I’ll be able to tell.”

“It’s fine. I’ll clean it up when I get home.”

“Quit being difficult and let me help you.” Grabbing my hand, Trevor leaves no room for argument. With my fingers wrapped in his so I can’t get away, he unlocks Animal Haven and leads me to the bathroom.

Standing beside the sink, I watch carefully as Trevor pours peroxide on a cotton ball and brings it to my arm.

“Shit,” I hiss, flinching away from him.

“Sorry. There’s a lot of blood, some of it dried, so this might take a minute or two.”

I grimace. “Just make it quick. I don’t have a high pain tolerance.”

Trevor grins and looks up. “You never have. Remember that time Rhett, Coop, Beau, and I took you, Mo, and Charlene hiking, and you twisted your ankle? You cried like you lost a damn limb—”

“Yes, Trevor, I remember,” I admonish. “No need to remind me.”

“I didn’t mind carrying you down the hill that day.”

What? “You didn’t carry me down the hill, Beau did.”

“Nope. Pretty sure I remember that day because it was the first time I ever got to touch you, and I was on cloud nine. Walked as slow as I could just so I’d get to hold you a little longer.”

My jaw drops open. I don’t even know how to respond to that as I work my brain, trying to remember the details of that afternoon.

“Don’t think about it too hard, sweetheart.” He laughs when I roll my eyes. “Where’s Milo? I thought for sure you’d end up taking her home.”

“No. I don’t really do animals.”

“What are you talking about? You love animals.”

“I never said I don’t love them; I just don’t own them. Never have.”

Trevor’s stops dabbing at my cut. “You’ve never had a pet? How did I not know that?”

I shrug. “Nope. My parents said we didn’t have time for one.”