Page 51 of With Spite

Once he was done in Kalispell, he was headed to western Montana to deliver an elk.

From there, he would be turned toward home.

But Heidi hadn’t known an exact day he would be back.

Which led me to now, five days later, standing in my bedroom with the shower running in the bathroom, wondering if it was normal to think about a man so much who had barely given me the time of day.

Likely, it was just my lack of self-worth.

I should probably also not be as aware as I was that his truck hadn’t been in his driveway for five days, but there I was, looking out my bedroom window anyway.

The house on the other side of me was vacant, and the only one who could see this window at all was Hux.

Though I highly doubted he’d waste his time looking in my window.

But I sure wasted my time looking out of it.

My brother had been super nice and hung up blinds and curtains in the house, but I didn’t use them in my bedroom.

If I had them pulled closed, I couldn’t see him out on his porch drinking coffee every morning.

Or tinkering with his truck in his garage every night.

Eventually giving up that he’d come home today, I shed my work clothes and hopped into the shower, shaving everything that I could shave.

I hated the way the hair felt on my legs. I liked feeling smooth and clean shaven, but since I was cold all the time, I was always hairier than I wanted to be.

Luckily, the cold weather meant I could get away with the leggings and sweatpants all the time look.

After I’d applied lotion following my shower, I walked out to the bedroom and…screamed.

The man who was standing at my bedroom window took his face covering off and…

“Huxley?” I asked, rushing toward the window.

He held up his hand. “Don’t. It’s cold.”

It was cold.

“What are you doing there?”

“I tried calling you,” he said. “You didn’t answer your phone.”

I frowned. “Come to the front door.”

He looked reluctant to leave but went anyway.

I met him at the door in only my towel, shivering when the blast of cold air hit me in the face as he swept inside like he owned the place.

“Get dressed,” he ordered.

I listened, getting dressed in the sexiest pair of leggings I owned.

They were Halara, and they had this butt-lifting webbing at the top of my ass that made my butt appear bigger and more toned than it actually was.

I paired the leggings with a tight long-sleeved black t-shirt that was warm and so soft.

I didn’t bother with a bra, either.