I roll over on to my stomach with my feet in the air and look out the window. “Oh, I didn’t tell you? I am supposed to help with the bed and breakfast and bake treats for the guests.”
“When did you start baking again?”
“I was helping Ivy out at the diner.”
“I’m so happy for you Rae! You loved baking when you were younger and now…”
I start to tune her out as I stare off into the distance outside. I see a very half-naked man a few hundred feet away hosing himself off. The sun glistens off the water on his chest as it drips down from his hair. He starts to take his boots off which are covered in mud and then realize his pants are also muddied up. His hands go for the button of his jeans and there is no way he is just stripping down outside where anyone could see him?
Sure enough, he turns around and strips his jeans off. And oh god he is completely naked now. I thought he was attractive before with those abs, but those legs and that ass, I almost want to go outside and grab it. Who cares about Easton’s no boys rule, right? What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
“Earth to Raelynn!” I snap out of my daze when I hear Tacoma scream into the phone.
“Oh, ugh, sorry. I got distracted.”
“Ughh, nothing. Yeah, just a bird outside.”
“Really? A bird? I said your name five times before you answered,” she says.
“Well, it was a really big bird, oh my god!” I squeal as I see Brooks turn around and I get a full frontal. Definitely big but not a bird.
“What the hell, Rae?”
“Holy shit!” I still am at a loss for words as I stare at the perfectly sculpted specimen of a man showering off outside. He suddenly looks up toward my window and smirks at me as he lets his hand travel down his body.
I squeal again and fall off the bed with a thunk onto the floor.
“Rae, what is wrong with you?” Tacoma shouts into the phone.
I am at a loss for words but manage to get out big and naked.
“A big, naked bird? Well, that’s a first. Maybe you should take a picture.”
“Oh my god, Tacoma he saw me staring,” I mutter into the phone embarrassed.
“Oh, so this big naked bird was really a man, huh? He get your feathers in a twist?”
“Shut up! He saw me watching him. He was hosing himself off. Outside. Naked!”
“Well, that is infinitely better than hosing off with clothes on.”
“But he saw me and then he started touching himself.”
“Please don’t tell me it was an old man. That is just wrong.”
I crawl toward the window trying to see if he is still there. “No. Not old.”
“Well, who was it then? I am dying over here, Rae. I am literally looking out the window at a brick wall and you are seeing young, attractive men getting dirty with a watering hose.”
“It’s one guy Tacoma. Not a whole slew of them.”
“Well it should be. I’m gonna pretend that it is. Now fess up, who is it?”
Tori Fox loves books. So much so she decided to write one. It didn’t go well. But after genre changes, many rewrites, and lots of editing she finally finished. And now that she is done, she doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. Besides writing you can find her curled up on the couch with her dog reading a book or lost in a makeup store purchasing more makeup than is necessary for a human. She is also a fan of hockey and whiskey, especially together. Tori lives with her fiancé in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains.