Unwelcome desire curled through my veins, spinning heat through my stomach before I could stop it, and I squashed it like a bug.
Archer was the kind of man who’d have a veritable buffet of sex at his disposal, whenever he wanted it. Maybe he didn’t look at me like I was a tired single mom, but that didn’t mean he was having naughty thoughts either. His looks probably fell in the category ofWhat’s wrong with her hair?andWhy isn’t she throwing herself at me like the rest of the Straight Female Under Fifty demographic?
Because I had standards. Because I had no time for playboys or Neanderthals or idiots who decided to drink and drive. No matter how big their muscles were. Or their hands. Or feet.
He had really big hands. And really big feet.
My eyes slammed shut.
Professional thoughts only,I scolded myself, my hands moving more briskly than they had been before. No thinking about Archer while hands were moving anywhere near my nipples.
I glared at the mirror because they had perked right up at the shift in my thoughts.
“Traitors,” I murmured, then flipped the light off and left the bathroom.
Halfway through putting away Gavin’s laundry, my phone rang again, and I wondered what would happen if there was a blood pressure monitor connected to my body.
That shit would probably jump so high every time I heard the ring.
The shelter’s number flashed across the screen.
“Ness, I have ninety minutes of freedom left. This better be good.”
“It is. You need to get over here.”
“Now?” I whined.
“Remi.”
“Ness.”
“Get your fine ass to the shelter.”
“Is it one of the dogs? Is Bandit all right?”
“That dog is so obsessed with me already. He’s not ready to show it, but I can tell in his eyes.”
“So what is it?”
“I’m not telling you shit, I want to see your face. Now, get over here.”
Chapter Ten
Remi
Ness stared at my boobs the entire time as I walked toward her. “Wow, I must’ve really gotten through to you with that club shirt. We’ll get so many more adoptions this way.”
I glanced down and cursed. “No, I just ran out of the house because someone was being very dramatic.” Then I pointed at the giant delivery truck sitting in the parking lot. “What is this?”
A bored-looking driver with greasy, limp dark hair stood next to the cab of the truck and wandered over with a clipboard. “You Remi Sinclair?”
“That’s me.”
“I, uh, I’ve got a ... a thing for you.” He licked his lips. “A thing for you to sign, I mean.”
While he fumbled with the clipboard, his eyes were locked on my tits, and Ness coughed out a laugh. I glared at my best friend. “Please go get the denim shirt in the back seat of my car.”
“Why? Those babies are a weapon if you know how to use them right.”