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almost
instantly trusted him.
    Maybe because I was just so alone.
And not because Rocky was dead. I had been alone long before that. Of course,
all of this Tripp didn ’ t
know about.
    Yet.
     
    ~ ~ ~
     
    The hot water hit my body. I needed
a shower so badly. Truth was that half the reason I just wanted to get away
from Tripp for a few minutes.
    I shut my eyes and pretended for a
few seconds that I was in a waterfall. Letting my mind slip away, I felt every
droplet of water hit my skin. Through my hair, down my back. Down the front of
my body. Then something happened.
    My body started to react. The water
that touched my breasts, trickled over my nipples, made me tingle. Down my
stomach and between my legs, it was like something had been unleashed. Yet I
was alone in the shower.
    But Tripp was out there.
    I stepped out of the water and
shook my head.
    I needed to cool off.
    Right now.
    I finished showering and grabbed a
towel. I dried off and wrapped the towel around my body. I walked to the mirror
and wiped away the steam. I stared at myself. My hair looked really dark when
it was wet. And it got curly. Which was weird because when it dried the curls
went away and a more blonde color showed.
    I had no idea how long Tripp was
going to be here or how bad things were going to get. If Stoney and the Red
Aces could track down whoever shot Rocky, then it wouldn ’ t be all that long. But nobody seemed confident in
that. Normally when shit hit the fan with the MC they had a plan in place. They
went out and started wars to say they could. This time was different. It was
darker, slower, everyone still processing that their VP was gunned down and
taken out.
    When I opened the bathroom door, I
let out yet another shriek.
    Tripp was sitting right there,
against the wall, one leg bent, the other outstretched across the open doorway.
    He looked up at me. “ Feel better? ”
    “ Shit.
You scared me. ”
    I started to blush, remembering I
was in nothing but a towel.
    I clutched the towel tighter to my
body, but even still, my arms and shoulders were exposed. The towel covered
most of my chest but not all. The towel ended above my ankles and Tripp made no
effort to get out of my way. So I had to step over his leg to get by. My body
was on fire in a way that it shouldn ’ t
have been. This was pure temptation.
    I resisted the urge to look back at
him as I walked toward my bedroom.
    “ Where
are you going now? ” he
asked.
    I stopped but still didn ’ t look back. “ Going to get changed. Do you
want to watch me? ”
    Tripp didn ’ t reply.
    Although, I wished he would have said yes.
     

7.
     
    (Tripp)
     
    She was fucking killing me.
    Did I need to sit outside the
bathroom while she showered? Hell no. Did I need to make comments at her as she
strutted by me, that nice ass pressing against her towel? Not a chance.
    But I did it anyway.
    When she came out of her bedroom,
dressed, she looked even prettier. Her hair all messy and wet. A t-shirt that
hugged in all the right places. Jeans that did her hips sexy justice. And then
pink socks. Freaking pink socks.
    I opened her fridge and saw that
she lived as poor as I did.
    “ Yeah,
help yourself, ” she said.
    “ I ’ m checking for bad guys. ” I looked back and grinned. “ And beer. ”
    “ I
haven ’ t been here in a long
time, ” Winter said. “ Sorry I didn ’ t go shopping. ”
    “ No
worries, darling. Where can we grab some food and beer? ”
    She called and ordered burgers,
fries, and told me that the place had a cooler with six packs. That was the
best thing I ’ d heard all
day.
    She was pissed that I made her come
with me to get the food and beer. She was even more pissed when I escorted her
into the dive bar to get our order. Funny though, she didn ’ t seem all that mad when I paid.
    Back in the car, she had the food
on her lap, the beer on the floor between her feet.
    “ You
don ’ t like me up your ass,
do you? ” I asked.
    “ Doesn ’ t really matter.