even so, for a fleeting moment, he'd noticed her violet eyes flicker with heat. She had wanted him.
She'd seen his arousal, too. She'd felt his desire when she'd looked into his eyes. That was the reason she'd run.
Did she run from Brick? Hell, he wanted to pound Brick.
Rubbing his head with the towel, he sopped the extra moisture from his hair while venting his frustrations. He had to get out of her bathroom and fast.
Did Brick keep personal items at Casey's all the time? Quickly, he scanned the bathroom cabinets for men's toiletries. Zilch.
Then he peeked in Casey's closet. A row of tasteful but simple dresses and skirts lined one wall. Shoes, mostly casual, were displayed on a shoe rack. Sweatshirts and jeans and shorts were folded on shelves. No men's clothes. Hmmm.
Stepping into her bedroom, he glanced at her desk and noticed a small organizer. On the first page, he read. NEEDS: 35 mm camera, computer printer, fax machine.
Thank God it wasn't a journal telling lustful accounts of her evenings with Brick. A crumpled paper drew his eye and he picked it up and scanned the page, rubbing his chin in confusion. The note sounded like a threat. Who was Travis Satterfield? And why would he write Casey nasty notes?
Then he noticed a box shoved underneath the desk and bent to examine it. A slightly used-looking laptop, printer, and fax machine. Casey must be redoing her office. But why buy used ones?
He dropped the towel and reached for the sweat pants. The door swung open, and a naked little Henry S. ran in and closed the door. Henry S. seemed oblivious to his own nudity, in fact he seemed to be enjoying his freedom. He crawled onto the bed and jumped up and down. Gabe chuckled at the toddler's antics.
Then Henry S. spotted him.
"Hi, sport," Gabe said.
"Mommy find me," Henry S. said.
Gabe grinned. So, Henry S. was playing hide and seek from Casey.
Henry S. stood in front of the mirror, balled his hands into fists and pounded his chest, bellowing like Tarzan.
"That's good, buddy." Gabe joined Henry. S. so they were both facing the mirror. Giving his loudest Tarzan yell, Gabe imitated Henry S. Henry S. tried it again, this time making his voice deeper like Gabe's. Gabe bellowed another Tarzan call. Neither one heard the door open. Neither one saw Casey peek inside. Only her gasp of surprise brought Gabe's gaze away from the mirror.
"I'm... sorry... I called out," Casey stammered.
Henry S. squealed with delight.
Gabe shrugged, forcing himself not to embarrassed by his nudity. He worked out. He had a good body. At least, he hoped Casey thought so. Her reaction made it difficult to tell. In fact, she stood speechless, her face flaming red.
Henry S. bellowed again, his tiny body shaking as he pounded his chest. "Mommy caught me," he said proudly.
"I think Mommy caught us both." Gabe scooped up Henry S. up and swung him down off the bed.
Pointing at Gabe's lower body, Henry S. shouted. "He big, Mommy. Hairy."
Casey floundered for words. "Yes, honey, you'll be big one day, too. Just... just like that."
Gabe patted Henry S. playfully on the shoulder. "Go with Mommy now, sport."
Henry S. darted across the room and out into the den. "Catch me, Mommy!"
"I... I'll..."
Gabe had never rendered a woman speechless before. The idea of her finding him attractive pumped his self-esteem up a few notches. He felt like pounding his chest again.
"I'll get dressed now. That is, unless you have other ideas."
Casey's eyes widened. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
Tenderness for her coursed through him. She was an interesting puzzle. One minute she acted nonchalant about everything, the next minute she blushed like an innocent virgin.
Instead of responding to his tease though, she backed out of the room without answering, her gaze still riveted to his hardened body as she closed the door.
Disappointment filled him. What had he expected, Casey to jump his bones?
He glanced at the t-shirt she'd given him and
She'd seen his arousal, too. She'd felt his desire when she'd looked into his eyes. That was the reason she'd run.
Did she run from Brick? Hell, he wanted to pound Brick.
Rubbing his head with the towel, he sopped the extra moisture from his hair while venting his frustrations. He had to get out of her bathroom and fast.
Did Brick keep personal items at Casey's all the time? Quickly, he scanned the bathroom cabinets for men's toiletries. Zilch.
Then he peeked in Casey's closet. A row of tasteful but simple dresses and skirts lined one wall. Shoes, mostly casual, were displayed on a shoe rack. Sweatshirts and jeans and shorts were folded on shelves. No men's clothes. Hmmm.
Stepping into her bedroom, he glanced at her desk and noticed a small organizer. On the first page, he read. NEEDS: 35 mm camera, computer printer, fax machine.
Thank God it wasn't a journal telling lustful accounts of her evenings with Brick. A crumpled paper drew his eye and he picked it up and scanned the page, rubbing his chin in confusion. The note sounded like a threat. Who was Travis Satterfield? And why would he write Casey nasty notes?
Then he noticed a box shoved underneath the desk and bent to examine it. A slightly used-looking laptop, printer, and fax machine. Casey must be redoing her office. But why buy used ones?
He dropped the towel and reached for the sweat pants. The door swung open, and a naked little Henry S. ran in and closed the door. Henry S. seemed oblivious to his own nudity, in fact he seemed to be enjoying his freedom. He crawled onto the bed and jumped up and down. Gabe chuckled at the toddler's antics.
Then Henry S. spotted him.
"Hi, sport," Gabe said.
"Mommy find me," Henry S. said.
Gabe grinned. So, Henry S. was playing hide and seek from Casey.
Henry S. stood in front of the mirror, balled his hands into fists and pounded his chest, bellowing like Tarzan.
"That's good, buddy." Gabe joined Henry. S. so they were both facing the mirror. Giving his loudest Tarzan yell, Gabe imitated Henry S. Henry S. tried it again, this time making his voice deeper like Gabe's. Gabe bellowed another Tarzan call. Neither one heard the door open. Neither one saw Casey peek inside. Only her gasp of surprise brought Gabe's gaze away from the mirror.
"I'm... sorry... I called out," Casey stammered.
Henry S. squealed with delight.
Gabe shrugged, forcing himself not to embarrassed by his nudity. He worked out. He had a good body. At least, he hoped Casey thought so. Her reaction made it difficult to tell. In fact, she stood speechless, her face flaming red.
Henry S. bellowed again, his tiny body shaking as he pounded his chest. "Mommy caught me," he said proudly.
"I think Mommy caught us both." Gabe scooped up Henry S. up and swung him down off the bed.
Pointing at Gabe's lower body, Henry S. shouted. "He big, Mommy. Hairy."
Casey floundered for words. "Yes, honey, you'll be big one day, too. Just... just like that."
Gabe patted Henry S. playfully on the shoulder. "Go with Mommy now, sport."
Henry S. darted across the room and out into the den. "Catch me, Mommy!"
"I... I'll..."
Gabe had never rendered a woman speechless before. The idea of her finding him attractive pumped his self-esteem up a few notches. He felt like pounding his chest again.
"I'll get dressed now. That is, unless you have other ideas."
Casey's eyes widened. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
Tenderness for her coursed through him. She was an interesting puzzle. One minute she acted nonchalant about everything, the next minute she blushed like an innocent virgin.
Instead of responding to his tease though, she backed out of the room without answering, her gaze still riveted to his hardened body as she closed the door.
Disappointment filled him. What had he expected, Casey to jump his bones?
He glanced at the t-shirt she'd given him and
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