He laughed. “Any time you need me.”
My heart clenched at his words.
“I can usually take care of myself,” I said, despite my best efforts at being nice. I hated that he was seeing me a mess again.
He, of course, looked both gorgeous and collected, and while I wasn’t exactly in need of rescue, I couldn’t help drinking in the sight of more than six feet of firm muscle and menace. If that wasn’t enough to make me smother a sigh, a glance at his face would do. He was the best sight I’d had all day.
“What are you doing out here?” he asked.
“Taking a shower. Care to join me?”
He grinned. “I save my cold showers for after I see you, darlin’.”
I rolled my eyes. Alamo might tease now and again when the mood struck him, but I was fairly sure he found me about as attractive as an angry rattler.
