All I Want(8)

At the top of the stairs she opened the first door on the right. Inside the bedroom was a full-size bed, a dresser, and a comfortable-looking club chair in a corner.

“There’s a bathroom down the hall,” she said. “I’m sorry, but the other two bathrooms in the house are out of commission until I hire a plumber, so we have to share. I’ll need the shower at seven tomorrow morning to get to work on time.”

While he was picturing her standing in her shower, freed from that dress and wearing nothing but suds, she went on.

“The rules,” she said. “We should go over the rules.”

This got his attention. “Rules?” he asked, wondering if one of them was going to be no weapons. If so, they’d have a problem as his job required him to be armed. And since he lived the job, he was always armed.

“No overnight shenanigans,” she said.

He waited for her to smile, indicating that she was kidding, but she didn’t. “Understood,” he said. “Though it’s a damn shame given our smokin’ chemistry.”

She stared at him for a full beat. “I wasn’t referring to you and me,” she finally said. “I was referring to you and any dates you might want to bring home.” She paused. “Smoking chemistry?”

“You denying it?”

She blushed yet again but held his gaze. And her silence. Finally she said, “Also, no dogs.”

Nice subject change. They both looked at Oreo, who’d followed them and was sitting at her feet, panting and looking up at her adoringly. She patted him on the head.

“He’s a rescue,” she said. “And he was neglected and abused by some *, so he doesn’t like men. And also there were a lot of mean dogs where he lived. Other dogs terrify him. Actually, everything terrifies him. He’s a nervous Nelly and I want to move slowly with him.”

“He doesn’t seem all that nervous to me,” Parker said.

Oreo farted audibly.

Zoe fanned the air. “See? Nervous.”

Parker laughed. “My guess would be he’s eaten some of your cookies.”

“Ha-ha,” she said. “But don’t be fooled. He can be a real killer.”

At this, Oreo slid bonelessly to the floor and rolled to reveal his belly, presumably for a good scratching.

Parker couldn’t help it; he laughed again and bent to oblige the dog.

Above him, Zoe sighed. “It’s probably because in comparison to him, you smell really good.”

Parker tilted his head back. “Ah, so you do feel it.”

She grimaced. “Look, sometimes things spill out,” she said around her fingers. “Ignore it.”

“Yeah, not really good at that,” he said.

“Then it’s a good thing I am.” And with that she hightailed it out of the room.

Oreo looked torn for a moment but then huffed out a sigh and got up and followed after his food provider.

Huh. He’d come to Sunshine for a boatload of complicated reasons that had absolutely nothing to do with a real vacation or enjoying himself, but he was doing just that.





Three




Parker went outside to retrieve his duffel bag, and while he was out there he received a text from his sister.

Thanks for the pretty mountain pics! You meet your wife yet? I wanna be a sister-in-law!





Parker shook his head. She never gave up. At age eighteen, Amory was a romantic, wanderlust spirit tied to their hometown and their parents in a way he’d never been.

She claimed to be okay with that. She was sweet and na?ve and overprotected for good reasons, by both his parents and himself, but she lived for the daily pics he sent from wherever in the world he happened to be. She also lived to try to domesticate him, or at least get him to find a woman to marry.

He put his phone away and went back inside to find a set of legs sticking out from beneath the kitchen sink. Zoe? flat on her back.

He crouched at her side. “What are you doing?”

“Napping,” she said, voice muted since her head was in the cabinet. Her dress had ridden up to midthigh. She had a set of really great legs to go with her great ass.

“Need some help?” he asked.

“It’s just a slow leak, but it’s driving me crazy.” Her voice was strained, like she was trying to work a wrench. “I’ve got this.”

In direct opposition to the words, the sink began to drip faster.

“You’re making it worse,” he said, and bit back his grin when she swore beneath her breath and climbed out from beneath the sink, her face and hair wet.

“What did you say?” she asked.

“Absolutely nothing.” He grinned. “I have a question.”

She straightened her shoulders and met his gaze warily. “What?”

“Do I get a key?”

She seemed to relax marginally and moved to a drawer so full of junk he had no idea how she found anything, but she pulled out a key and slapped it into his palm.

He closed his fingers around hers. He waited until she met his gaze to ask the question he knew she’d been expecting before. “Do you greet all of your tenants with a kiss?”

“No.” She looked away. “And you’re my first tenant.”

“Setting a new policy, then,” he said with a nod. “My lucky day. So who’s the dentist?”