it herself.”
Sierra was sure Zoe had, but didn’t comment. After all, Camille didn’t bite her head off for once.
Progress was progress.
Chapter 14
It was after one o’clock when she got home from the shoot. Leo was as excited as usual to see her, so she sat with him for a few minutes to give him a proper greeting. She never got tired of having a friend who acted like his entire day had been made just because she came home.
She knew he was ready for his afternoon walk, but she wanted to check on Beck first. She had gotten Evan’s cell number before she met with his moving company in case there were any issues, so she tried calling it now. When it rolled to voicemail, she clicked off and decided she’d stop over instead.
Her T-shirt and shorts had gotten dirty while she was rolling around on the ground at the studio, so she changed into a knee-length teal sundress and matching sandals. Since it was approaching the hottest part of the day, she gathered her hair into a short braid to get it off her neck.
Considering herself ready, she told Leo she’d be right back and headed down the hall. She knocked on Evan’s door. The dogs started barking, so they weren’t out at the vet or on a walk. When a minute passed and Evan didn’t answer the door, she figured he’d gone out. Pulling out her key, she snuck just inside the threshold and closed the door behind her. She knelt to say hi to a giddy Miller, then turned her attention to Beck.
Evan had moved Beck’s bed into the family room, probably so he could be out where Evan was during the day. The dog was still in the bed, but his tail was going crazy.
“You poor thing,” she said, hurrying over to him. “Did you go to the doctor today, big guy?”
“What the hell are you doing?”
Gasping, she jumped to her feet. Evan stood in the doorway to his room wearing nothing but a towel. He’d been in the shower and must not have heard her knock.
Oh, he was so delectable.
“Well, it would seem I’m making a very strong case for my termination as property manager.”
He just stared at her. She couldn’t read much in his dark blue eyes, but imagined he was pretty pissed over the invasion of privacy. She could hardly blame him. Hell, he should probably press charges.
If he did, she’d go to jail clapping in celebration just for getting the chance to see him like this.
“I’m sorry, Evan. I wanted to check on Beck. You didn’t answer your phone or the door, so—”
“So you let yourself in?”
Wincing, she realized that he must think she was crazy. How would she feel if some guy she barely knew was entering her apartment whenever he felt like it? Sure, she’d sensed the connection with him right away and knew what it meant, but most people weren’t like her. She really hadn’t been using her best judgment when it came to dealing with Evan and her feelings for him, she silently acknowledged.
“I’m sorry. I promise I won’t do it again.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her. It was all she could do to keep her eyes on his face. She’d already seen the black tattoo on the inside of his left forearm that read Strength , but she hadn’t seen his others yet. Across his pecs was a longer tattoo, some sentence or phrase that she couldn’t read from where she stood. He had another one on his right bicep, high enough to be covered by a sleeve whenever he wore a shirt.
She wanted to run up to him and touch and examine every inch of his tanned skin, especially where his spectacular abs disappeared into a V where his towel cut him off. If she didn’t already look like a whacked out, creepy stalker, that would be sure to do the trick.
After a long moment, he said, “It’s not broken.”
Relief flooded through her, both because he apparently wasn’t filing charges and because Beck’s paw was only sprained. She went back down to her knees to pet him some more.
“I’m so glad to hear it. Did Dr. Paulk give you the
Sierra was sure Zoe had, but didn’t comment. After all, Camille didn’t bite her head off for once.
Progress was progress.
Chapter 14
It was after one o’clock when she got home from the shoot. Leo was as excited as usual to see her, so she sat with him for a few minutes to give him a proper greeting. She never got tired of having a friend who acted like his entire day had been made just because she came home.
She knew he was ready for his afternoon walk, but she wanted to check on Beck first. She had gotten Evan’s cell number before she met with his moving company in case there were any issues, so she tried calling it now. When it rolled to voicemail, she clicked off and decided she’d stop over instead.
Her T-shirt and shorts had gotten dirty while she was rolling around on the ground at the studio, so she changed into a knee-length teal sundress and matching sandals. Since it was approaching the hottest part of the day, she gathered her hair into a short braid to get it off her neck.
Considering herself ready, she told Leo she’d be right back and headed down the hall. She knocked on Evan’s door. The dogs started barking, so they weren’t out at the vet or on a walk. When a minute passed and Evan didn’t answer the door, she figured he’d gone out. Pulling out her key, she snuck just inside the threshold and closed the door behind her. She knelt to say hi to a giddy Miller, then turned her attention to Beck.
Evan had moved Beck’s bed into the family room, probably so he could be out where Evan was during the day. The dog was still in the bed, but his tail was going crazy.
“You poor thing,” she said, hurrying over to him. “Did you go to the doctor today, big guy?”
“What the hell are you doing?”
Gasping, she jumped to her feet. Evan stood in the doorway to his room wearing nothing but a towel. He’d been in the shower and must not have heard her knock.
Oh, he was so delectable.
“Well, it would seem I’m making a very strong case for my termination as property manager.”
He just stared at her. She couldn’t read much in his dark blue eyes, but imagined he was pretty pissed over the invasion of privacy. She could hardly blame him. Hell, he should probably press charges.
If he did, she’d go to jail clapping in celebration just for getting the chance to see him like this.
“I’m sorry, Evan. I wanted to check on Beck. You didn’t answer your phone or the door, so—”
“So you let yourself in?”
Wincing, she realized that he must think she was crazy. How would she feel if some guy she barely knew was entering her apartment whenever he felt like it? Sure, she’d sensed the connection with him right away and knew what it meant, but most people weren’t like her. She really hadn’t been using her best judgment when it came to dealing with Evan and her feelings for him, she silently acknowledged.
“I’m sorry. I promise I won’t do it again.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her. It was all she could do to keep her eyes on his face. She’d already seen the black tattoo on the inside of his left forearm that read Strength , but she hadn’t seen his others yet. Across his pecs was a longer tattoo, some sentence or phrase that she couldn’t read from where she stood. He had another one on his right bicep, high enough to be covered by a sleeve whenever he wore a shirt.
She wanted to run up to him and touch and examine every inch of his tanned skin, especially where his spectacular abs disappeared into a V where his towel cut him off. If she didn’t already look like a whacked out, creepy stalker, that would be sure to do the trick.
After a long moment, he said, “It’s not broken.”
Relief flooded through her, both because he apparently wasn’t filing charges and because Beck’s paw was only sprained. She went back down to her knees to pet him some more.
“I’m so glad to hear it. Did Dr. Paulk give you the
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