Crazy Hot Love (Dirty Dicks 2)

“It is that easy. You just have to start living again. You have to remind yourself that you have things to live for, people in your life who love you and miss you.”

“Mo…”

“And I’m going to help you.”

Oh boy. “I’m afraid to ask.”

She grins. “We’re going to start by getting you a nice hot shower, and then we’re going to Dirty Dicks. Coop promised to make you your favorite sandwich—”

“A turkey bacon club.” My stomach growls and Mo laughs. Dirty Dicks has the best food, and it’s been weeks since I ate there. “No tomato, extra mayo, a double order of fries, and a side of pickles.”

“That’s the one, and it’s my treat.”

“I don’t know, Mo. It sounds good, and I’ll admit that it would be nice to get out of the house, but I’m not sure I’m ready to see everyone.”

“It’s just me and you, babe. Coop is working, and Tess went to visit her family.”

“Really? Tess doesn’t talk about her family much. I wasn’t even sure if she had anyone she was close to.”

Mo frowns. “She’s pretty tight lipped about them, that’s for sure. I’ve tried getting her to open up a few times, but I don’t get anywhere.”

Maybe she’s not ready to open up. “One of these days you’ll get through to her.”

“Maybe. But right now, I’m focused on you. Come on, it’ll be just the two of us.”

“Rhett?”

“He’s helping his dad on the ranch.”

“What about Trevor?”

“What about him?”

Mo smiles and waits for me. Bitch. I should’ve known she wouldn’t give up information that easily. I never told her what happened between Trevor and me, but she suspects something, and I think she’s still holding out hope that I’ll cave and give her details.

I take a deep breath and pick at the hem of my shirt. “How is he?”

Mo rests her hand on my arm. “He’s good. Back to his old self, working a full schedule and helping out on the ranch.”

“Good. That’s good. I’m glad to hear that.”

“He asks about you all the time.”

I look up. “Really?” That’s shocking.

Mo nods and sits on the bed next to me. “Really. He’s always asking how you’re doing and where you are. He made a comment the other night that he hasn’t seen you since the fire. I think he misses you,” she says, nudging me.

A real smile threatens my face, not one of those fake ones I’ve been plastering on. It’s a foreign feeling, and I quickly push it away.

“He does not,” I scoff.

“He does too. I could call him, get him to meet us for dinner, if you’d like.?

??

“No.” I answer a little too quickly, and Mo’s brows shoot up.

“Come on,” she coaxes. “I know you like him, and since he won’t shut up about you, I’m guessing he likes you too. Maybe this is what you need, a good romp.”