The Bad Boy Bargain (Suttonville Sentinels #1)(34)

Okay, game over. He walked into a patch of sunlight and stared straight at her hiding place, knowing full well water was dripping down his torso. He whistled his tune one more time.

This time, Faith’s head popped up over the back of the couch, eyes gleaming. “That was some show. Have you seen Oklahoma!?”

He whistled the chorus to “People Will Say We’re in Love” again. “I heard a girl I like is playing Laurey. I wanted to check it out.”

Even from here, even with him in sun, and her in shadow, he could tell her cheeks were turning pink. “That was nice of you,” she said. “Are you planning to be shirtless all day today? Because if you are, I thought I’d invite Vi over for some popcorn and to watch you work.”

He laughed. “If Violet comes over, I’m afraid I’ll have to put it back on. I prefer to show off in private.”

“Do you now.” Faith came to the door leading outside, but didn’t open it. She raised an arm over her head and leaned against the doorjamb, her long, lean body on full display in a pair of athletic shorts, a tank, and a hoodie.

Now who was playing whom?

He took a few steps toward the porch, a pull dragging him closer to her. “I’m thoughtful like that.”

Her smile turned slightly teasing, and his pulse kicked up. “Do you give private audiences to all your girls?”

The truth almost strangled him, but he shoved it away. Confidence. That was today’s word. “Just one.”

He watched as the smile fell from her face, replaced by something cute, embarrassed, shy. She dropped the sultry pose and wrapped her arms around her middle. “Oh. Um, then I suppose I should say thank you for giving me the exclusive performance?”

He climbed the porch steps and stood in front of her, the screen door the only thing between them. He pressed a hand against the screen. “Or you could say you enjoyed it.”

She started to cover her mouth, laughing, but pulled it away. “Oh, I think that’s a given.” She rested her hand against his, warm despite the screen. “How much work do you need to do today?”

He glanced over his shoulder. The truth was he only had a few more hours now that everything was in place. He thought about dragging it out so he could come back tomorrow, but maybe he would need that excuse to see her. “I’m almost done, but I have practice at two, so I’ll have to finish tomorrow.”

“But you don’t have to leave until, what, one thirty?” When he nodded, she smiled and backed away from the door. “Then I’ll see you at noon for lunch. Shirt optional.”

It took a lot of effort not to pump a fist to the sky once she disappeared into the house. He raced into the yard and hurried to finish laying the sod. Whatever she had planned, there was no way he’d make her wait.

Nerves be damned.





Chapter Twenty-Four


Faith


Faith leaned against the kitchen counter, hands over her face. Her cheeks were hot to the touch and she laughed so hard, she had to wheeze to draw breath. Kyle watched Oklahoma! for her? That was hard enough to believe, but she could get used to the whole shirtless-lawn-guy thing.

Maybe Vi was right—maybe it was time to let go and enjoy herself. Kyle would most certainly be a good time, and the more she saw of him—which was a lot—the more she found herself wanting something more. Whatever had come up between them probably wouldn’t last forever, but forever was a long time, and right now sounded pretty good.

She flew upstairs to take a shower and throw on nicer shorts, then ran back downstairs to make lunch. He’d surprised her with dinner. She’d return the favor and see what happened. Her parents would be gone all day. Plenty of time to cook up some trouble.

At exactly noon, Kyle knocked at the back door. He knocked. God, he could be really adorable sometimes. She drifted across the porch and faced him through the screen. His hair was damp, but his shirt was on. His hands were clean, too. He caught her looking. “I borrowed the hose. I didn’t want to come inside wearing most of the backyard.”

“I wouldn’t have cared, but thanks.” She took a deep breath and opened the door. “I made us some lunch. It’s just sandwiches…”

“That sounds great.”

Despite all the flirting earlier, Faith’s middle fluttered with nerves. She wasn’t sure where she was going with all this, but if they were going to put on a show at Dolly’s, they probably should give the whole kissing thing another try beforehand. “Um, you want something to drink? We have lemonade.”

Kyle took a seat at the table. “Yes, please.”

”You, uh, ready for this afternoon?” she asked. “Cameron might be there.”

Kyle’s shoulders hunched briefly, then they relaxed, but it looked forced. “That’s good, right?”

Faith put her sandwich down. “Kyle, can I ask you something?”

He set his down, too, looking worried. “Of course.”

“What’s the problem with you and Cameron? You know my reasons. Before I…” She swallowed and made herself go on. “Before we make out in front of everybody. I’m trusting you with a lot.”

“Faith, I’m trusting you, too.” He met her gaze. “You’re right, though, you have a right to know.” He paused. “You ever been bullied? Not just the petty stuff, but bad enough to wish you could leave town? To…”