Page 53 of Broken Trust
He leans down and bumps me with his shoulder. “I think I’m offended, Doc.”
Doc?
He straightens and crosses his arms over his chest. The movement somehow makes him look even larger. “Some of my favorite activities happen at night.”
I choke on my soda. Coughing and embarrassing myself.
His grin widens.
“You’re teasing me,” I finally manage to sputter out.
A second later, he leans closer.
Close enough that I can smell the soap on his skin. Close enough that my pulse instantly doubles.
His voice drops low. “I was talking about rodeos.”
My eyes widen, and he looks entirely too pleased with himself.
“What were you thinking about, dirty girl?”
My jaw drops, and heat explodes across my face.
“I … I … wasn’t thinking about anything.”
His eyes sparkle.
Another shiver.
Damn it. What is wrong with me tonight?
I open my mouth to defend myself. Then immediately close it. Because I’m not falling into this trap.
Axle notices, and his laugh echoes across the mountains. “You absolutely were.”
“I wasn’t.” I glare.
It only makes him laugh harder.
“You blush awfully easy, Doc. You’d better grow a thicker skin if you plan to join the PBR medical team, or the cowboys are gonna chew you up for sport.”
“I’m not blushing.”
How can he tell?
He reaches over and brushes his knuckles over the apple of my cheek. “Then why is your skin pink?”
“Because I’m hot.”
His eyes slide down to my legs, which are swinging over the edge. And back to mine.
“That’s fair.”
I duck my head as I feel the heat hit my face again.
He hops up onto the railing. Facing the opposite direction. Close enough that our shoulders nearly touch. Close enough that I become intensely aware of his presence.
The wood creaks beneath his weight.
