laundry room is first if you want to get your clothes." He waited as she disappeared up the stairs to the bathroom and then came back down. "I don't mind washing them for you, but figured you'd rather do that yourself."
It would be a little too personal for him to wash her panties and bra. The memory of the light blue panties came to mind… Taking a deep breath, he led her to the machines. "Here's the detergent."
He grabbed the bottle from the cabinet above the washing machine and poured only a little in the compartment, since she only had a couple of items to wash. "You should be able to toss them in and click start here."
Not to make her uncomfortable, he stepped out of the room and walked to the front door until she finished.
She joined him and trailed behind him out the door. When he started to walk off with just the screen door closed, she gave him a funny look. "You don't shut or lock your door?"
"Not usually. I don't have to worry about that around here." With the chance that someone was after her, he figured he should be more careful. He stepped back in to grab his keys and then locked the door. "I'll try and get into the habit while you're here."
The light left her eyes again and the fear crept back in. She frowned and wrapped her long arms around her tiny waist.
"Hey, don't let it worry you. I don't regret offering to help, so you aren't allowed to, either. Okay?" Next time he'd be more careful about what he said. No reason to bring up the issue more than needed.
"Okay." She kept her arms crossed as she walked alongside of him. "Will he have to follow us?"
"Hopefully he won't. Hold on." Clearly, she felt uneasy around police officers, and maybe this should make him suspicious, but his gut told him to trust her. He stopped at the open window to speak with Officer Chris Dean. They'd gone to school together. "Hey. We're going for a walk. She's still a little shaken. Is that okay? You'll be good to hang here."
"No problem. I'm here until midnight, then Shepard will relieve me." Chris dropped his head to look over his sunglasses. "She's a pretty girl. Is that why you offered her a place to stay?"
"No," he said dryly. "Thanks for keeping an eye on things. We won't stay away for long." He went to leave and came to a halt when Chris added his last comment.
"Don't stay too long. I might get the feeling to come check on things." His laughter kept on as he went back to playing on his phone.
Irritation had him fisting his hands. It was obvious men would find her attractive, yet, the jealousy came out of nowhere. Jealousy he shouldn't be feeling toward his guest.
"He'll hang here," he told her.
They both kept quiet for the walk until reaching the river.
"It's beautiful here. I've never seen a waterfall in person before." She slipped off her borrowed flip flops and bent over to roll her pants up a little more.
He found himself unable to take his eyes off her as she stepped into the water.
"If you want to go swimming later, we can get something for you to wear. There's a place a little farther down that's calmer and deeper." He attempted to swallow the golf ball formed in his throat when she bent over to run her fingers through the water. Even with his baggy sweatpants, he could still make out the perfect shape of her ass. Something he shouldn't have been noticing. He jerked his gaze to the sky and closed his eyes until he could control himself. But soon, he trailed his gaze back to her.
"I might take you up on that. This place is calming." She twisted to pin him with her ice blue eyes.
Caught. He cleared his throat and tried to play it off that she'd caught him admiring her backside. "You just let me know."
Avoiding his gaze, she came out of the water. "Hopefully I can get out of your hair quickly though."
Mike vowed to himself to show her a good time and make her forget the worries she'd lived with for too long. Odd how he wanted her to stay longer than she planned. They'd just met that day and he was