Page 21 of Same Rogue
She shook her head. “Not even half a wink. It’s going to be a long drive today.”
He stood there, those strange gold eyes searching her face. He was holding an iced coffee in one hand, and a red folder in the other.
“Oh,” he muttered, offering her the iced coffee. “I got you this. You know, for the road.”
There was a lie to his voice though. Okay. “Um, thank you,” she said softly, taking it from him.
“It’s some hazelnut girly bullshit with a pound of sugar and probably five hundred calories. Your wolf will probably grow weaker because of it. I hope you like it.”
“Hazelnut is actually my favorite.” She took a sip and holy moly, they did not make stuff like this where she was from. “I need to know where you got this, and what exactly this is, and what the ingredients are.”
“You like it?” he asked.
“Love it. And my wolf will be fine. She’s desensitized to sugar thanks to my sweet tooth. Thank you so much. This is fixing my entire life right now. Plus, it’s the nicest thing anyone has done for me in…well maybe ever.”
“After I fucked you and left you and then left your text on read,” he said, looking at her like she was crazy.
“Well, I don’t blame you. You were upfront. You aren’t looking for anything, and you are mourning the loss of your mate. I got myself in that mess. I actually can’t really get anything right lately, so last night tracked with my path in life right now.” She lifted the coffee. “This is nice. Okay, I can sign whatever.” She did her best to keep the disappointment from her voice.
“Oh.” Bridger’s frown deepened. “Do you want a minute to get dressed? Or dry off?”
“Right.” She caught a glimpse of herself in the foggy bathroom mirror. She was still dripping wet.
“It’ll take me just a minute. I’ll hurry.”
“Take your time,” he said, taking a seat on one of the chairs by the table. He was watching her, so she tried not to be too awkward as she began brushing her hair out. It got tangled if she waited too long after a shower. It was the bleach on the lower half that made the tangles worse. She sprayed her leave inconditioner and began to brush it. In the mirror, she could see Bridger just watching her through the open door with curiosity in his darkening eyes.
“You can turn on the TV if you want.”
He stood up and she thought he was going to grab the remote, but he opened her suitcase instead and started rifling through there.
“That’s my stuff,” she said softly.
“This,” he said, holding up a green spaghetti strap tank top. “This with your eye color.”
She cursed the stupid butterflies in her stomach. She cursed them again when he brought her a pair of panties and a bra too. He set them on the counter beside her and paused right in front of her.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“I couldn’t sleep because you filled my whole fuckin’ head. I’m sorry if I made you feel bad with how I left last night.” He shook his head. “You’re not one-night stand material. You’re better than that.”
“Is that why you panicked?” she asked, daring to look up into his eyes.
He brushed his fingertip down her cheek and nodded.
“We’re in a mess, you and I,” she murmured. “Aren’t we?”
Another nod from Bridger, and he leaned in and pressed his lips to her cheek. And then he eased back so slowly, teasing her with his lips. He was right there, two inches away, looking down at her lips like he wanted to kiss her.
“You’re going to hurt me on my way out of here, aren’t you?” she asked low.
Bridger inhaled and blinked, dragged his golden gaze to her and backed away. “I’ll be out here.”
She could just shut the door. It was only a few feet behind her. She could close it and dress alone and everything would be easier.
But she didn’t. He’d had a point. Last night he’d been inside of her. Technically, they were paired. This was their first and last morning together, ever.
So, Kit let the towel drop to the floor, and she pulled her panties on, and then her bra. She dared a glance in the mirror, and she could see two gold eyes on her.
