I end up convincing myself that Benson wants me to defend myself, and that’s the real reason I’m not. I tend to overthink things and come up with a thousand different reasons for why things are going on, in case you haven’t noticed. I’m not sure why he’s playing this game, but I still feel like I should be on his side of it. Besides, for some reason, it wouldn’t feel right to deny it in front of Benson, almost as if I was wronging him on some level. I genuinely don’t care if Liam gets the wrong idea, so no need in scrambling around like a fool to clarify things. “Probably,” I say, not bothering to make this seem like it’s not what Benson is implying, and giving him the satisfaction of seeing me defensive. He’s in his standard jeans and loose T-shirt now, so I’m thinking a little clearer. “You coming back over tonight?” Benson asks, making this sound far more scandalous than it is. My boat is just a little flat-bottom thing with a motor Benson installed for me three years ago. He does, and it lands directly in my seat. That bra has probably been at his house for two weeks, because I wasn’t wearing a bra last night. Liam chuckles, and I narrow my eyes at the bearded man at the end. “You forgot this,” Benson says, holding up my bra as a grin cracks through that beard. “Sure didn’t act that way yesterday,” he says.īefore I can correct him, Benson is coasting to the end of the dock. He continues smiling down at that nail he must find amusing. “Your boyfriend still pissed that your aunt tried setting us up with him right there?” Liam asks as I cut my eyes away from the approaching Benson. I open my mouth to say something else, when the loud motor of a boat roars closer, and I turn, seeing Benson driving this way on his boat. He grins again, then resumes hammering away. I grimace, remembering I still haven’t seen a mirror or touched a brush. “Just wake up?” he muses, looking me over.
In five minutes, I know more about him than Benson. Yes, I could totally make half a dozen dirty jokes about him ‘loving working with wood’ and ‘actually doing it in nature,’ but I suppress my inner teenage boy and focus on the important part. I’ve always loved working with wood, so this gives me a chance to actually do it in nature.” My realtor sent me this place as a possibility, and I fell in love with the cabin. “Got tired of city life,” he says with another shrug, then goes back to hammering a new board. Can you keep a secret?” he asks, that grin still blinding. Didn’t figure they’d take too kindly to the new city guy, and didn’t want to paint a target on my back. I mean, they’ve been growing beards for years because they’re too ‘manly’ to back down from a challenge.
“Why wouldn’t you tell us where you came from yesterday, yet have no problem with it today?”
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