Crazy Hot Love (Dirty Dicks 2)

I take a deep breath and nod. “Yeah, we’re good.”

“Can I give you a goodbye kiss now?”

“I’d like that.”

Trevor grabs the sheet and yanks me in. The first brush of his lips is soft and tender, as if he’s reiterating everything he just said to me. Then he settles in and the kiss deepens, hot and intense—the kind of kiss that would normally end with my clothes falling off. Oh, look, my clothes are already off. Perfect.

I release my hold on the sheet, but Trevor catches it before it falls to the ground. Wrapping it around my shoulders, he pulls it taut in front of me.

“You didn’t do that on purpose, did you?”

“No, not at all,” I say, feigning innocence. “It must’ve slipped while you were kissing me.”

Trevor grabs his coffee and turns for the door. Then he looks over his shoulder. “You realize you’re a terrible liar, right?”

“Yes, I know. Goodbye, Trevor.”

39

Claire

The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and there’s a dull ache between my thighs. I’m not sure this day could get much better. After Trevor left this morning, I took a self-guided tour of his house. I’d seen it before, but always from the outside. I knew he’d remodeled the old farm house a few years back, but Rhett and Coop’s descriptions didn’t do it justice.

Trevor put a tremendous amount of time and probably money into the remodel. Granite countertops, state-of-the-art kitchen appliances, hardwood throughout, and a floor-to-ceiling stone fireplace are just a few of my favorite things. Oh, and the claw-foot tub in the master bath, which I may or may not have soaked in before I left earlier. I could’ve stayed longer, explored more, but Mo called, wondering when I was going to make it to the shelter.

An hour later, I pull into Animal Haven with a giant smile on my face. Mo is nowhere to be seen, although I know she’s here because her truck is parked next to the barn.

I open the door, and Milo flies out of the car. It’s not as fluid as most dogs make it look because she can’t see shit, has no idea where the drop-off is, and plows face first in the ground. But that doesn’t stop her. She picks herself up, shakes herself off, and starts wandering around.

My phone rings, and I fish it out of my purse and slide my finger across the screen when I see it’s my mother calling.

“Hey, Ma,” I answer.

“Claire Daniels, is there something you want to tell me?”

“Uh…” Shit. It’s not her birthday. And I don’t remember her asking me to do anything for her the last time I was over there. “I don’t know…is there?”

“Trevor!” she shouts. “When were you going to tell me about Trevor?”

I get out of my car and shut the door. “How did you find out?”

“Mo,” she says.

“Of course.” I should’ve known.

“She mentioned it to her dad this morning on the phone, who mentioned it to me. Imagine my shock when Phil rolled into the room and told me my little girl, my only daughter,

was dating Trevor Allen.”

“Wow, Mom, you just had to stress the only daughter part, huh?”

“Well…”

“I’m sorry, okay. You’re right. You should’ve heard it from me, but I wasn’t trying to keep it from you, I just haven’t had a chance to tell you.”

“Or you knew what I’d say,” she gently offers.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”