Marilyn Seaver had told him she’d seen Jane walking around the quaint town one evening. It wasn’t much to go on, but he wanted to get his hands on the lying bitch who thought she could take his wife from him. It would be worth taking a week to hunt her down.
He would let the bellman put his things in his room and head out to find lunch somewhere and maybe an outdoor café where he could sit and people watch.
And wait. He wasn’t a patient man but he could wait this once if it meant finally finding his wife and bringing her home where she belonged.
Chapter 15
Joy probably stayed in the shower longer than she should have but the hot water felt delicious. Which was odd since she’d spent the day being wet.
It was horrible that her internal monologue wanted to crack a joke about being wet in more ways than one. It was Kaeden and his damned hands. He’d spent the day touching her whenever he had the excuse and she couldn’t honestly say she had minded.
Bah! The internal voice said.
So, she was lying to herself. She not only hadn’t minded, she’d leaned into it wholeheartedly. She liked the teasing flirtation they had going and she was really tempted to ask him how he felt about a fling while he was here.
Not that she’d be here much longer. She was supposed to be leaving in two days.
Part of her was starting to think she should stay for the next week. Was it really necessary for her to move every six months?
Not to mention, she would really love to stay and help Carl and Evelyn get through this next week.
What could it hurt?
A lot, she reminded herself. A hell of a lot. She had too much at stake here to mess up.
Still, she would stay another week. She knew she would. She was too tempted by Kaeden and too committed to Carl and Evelyn to stick with her plan to leave in two days.
She stepped from the shower and toweled off before wrapping one towel around her body and using a smaller one to dry her hair.
She was startled by the knock on her cabin door. She didn’t exactly get visitors.
She went to the window next to the door and looked out the crack in the curtain to see Kaeden standing on her porch. Her heart sped up as butterflies danced in her belly.
She looked down at herself wrapped in a towel. He was probably just here to ask her something about his plans for the retreat for the following week.
Or maybe he was wondering if she was planning to come up to the main house for dinner.
Or maybe he was here because he’d been flirting hard with her all day and he was just as interested as she was in taking that to another level.
She went to the door and called out. “Hey Keaden. Hang on a sec. I have to throw some clothes on.”
“No you don’t.”
His words came through the door, stopping her heart for a split second before it sped up again and the butterflies whipped into a whirlwind.
She second guessed herself for the briefest moment before opening the door, one hand holding up the towel at her chest.
Kaeden cursed low and harsh under his breath when he saw her and his gaze trailed down and back up before meeting her eyes.
The appreciation in his eyes was an utter turn-on and she felt her body start to heat at his perusal.
“Kaeden,” she whispered. She didn’t mean it to come out as a whisper, but there it was.
He stepped in and closed the door behind him. He reached out and ran a single finger over her shoulder, swiping at a bead of water there in a way that was completely erotic and had her feeling tingles in all the places.
“Joy,” he said, his own voice rough. “If you don’t want this, tell me to go.”
Oh hell no. “I don’t want you to go.”