Silently, she trailed him, her suitcase bumping along the carpeted hallway. With each step, she catalogued what she knew of him so far.
Right foot. Raising six-year-old alone.
Left foot. Has taken some precautions in keeping Shaelynn safe, but might need some help with that.
Right foot. His backside is really, really nice to look at.
Left foot. I wonder if those muscles under his back pockets feel as hard as they look—
“It’s only a two-bedroom apartment,” he said, suddenly coming to a stop. The movement was too fast, and by the time her brain caught up, she was already slamming into the back of him. Right against the butt she’d been staring at.
Oh my god.
He twirled fast and clamped his huge hand around the top of her arm to steady her, those brown eyes ticking from her eyes to her forehead to her ears, mouth, over her shoulder, then back to her eyes. The force of his stare triggered a nervous giggle from her lips.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, forcing her gaze to stay with his even though the intensity was making her a little dizzy. “I didn’t expect you to stop right there.”
“We’re at the end of the hallway,” he said, unamused.
Right. But… She pointed to where the carpet dead ended. “I couldn’t see because of your…”
Butt. Not a chance she’d admit that.
Your entire ginormous body blocking my view. Yeah, not that either.