Pretty sure she’ll have something more to say about that.
That was fine. She could say whatever she wanted. It didn’t change the fact that?—
A knock came from the other side of the door connecting his room to hers. Praying she’d finally come to her senses, Olly walked over to the door, pulled it open, and…
He suddenly forgot how to breathe.
Her long hair was damp from a recent shower, her face was free of any makeup. Looking somehow younger than before, she was dressed in a black tank top and baby blue pajama bottoms covered in…were those kittens?
Christ, she’s adorable.
From here, he could see the slight smattering of freckles adorning her cheeks and nose, and a mixture of strawberries and soap filled his nostrils as he stared down into those amazing green eyes.
They were eyes he could easily get lost in. Eyes he could see himself staring into every day for the rest of his?—
What. The. Fuck?
Olly instantly shut down that line of thinking. Where in the everlovin’ hell had the thought even come from?
That wasn’t him. He wasn’t a forever kind of guy. And a woman like Scarlett Hathaway…
She deserves so much better than me.
“Can we talk?” Her sweet voice broke through as she waited for a response.
Pushing his unnerving thoughts away, Olly stepped to the side and motioned toward his room. “Be my guest.”
“Thanks.”
He was entranced by her sweet scent once more as she stepped past. “You come to tell me you’ve finally seen reason?”
“Actually, I came over here because I was hopingyouhad.” She brushed a few wet, wayward strands away from her eyes and crossed her arms at her chest.
Olly wondered if she even realized the move had pushed her delectable breasts up higher. It took Herculean effort not to stare. Or do what hereallywanted and pull her into his arms and put his mouth on the full, luscious globes.
She’s not for you, dumbass. And you’re sure as hell not for her.
Forcing himself to maintain eye contact, he shut the door behind him and rested his hands on his hips. After his own shower, he’d thrown on his boxer briefs, a pair of gray sweats, and a plain black hoodie. Something to ease the chill that hadseeped into his bones the minute he’d learned of Scarlett’s hairbrained idea.
“Well, I haven’t,” he told her. “So if that’s the only reason you came over here…”
“Seriously?” She frowned. “Why are you being so difficult about this?”
Wassheserious?
“The fact that you even have to ask me that tells me you’re in way over your head.”
“I’m asking because it makes absolutely no sense to me.” She dropped her hands and walked toward him. “This is ourin, Olly. A way to find out how Rose got to that club. And if I can figure that out, then maybe I can at least get a name or…somethingfor the feds to go on.”
“It’s not a good plan.”
Scarlett’s big eyes stared back at him and blinked. “So that’s it? What you say goes?”
“Wasn’t that the deal?”
The skin covering her cheeks turned crimson with fury, and the woman actually growled as she stormed past. She didn’t say another word. Just walked straight through the door from which she’d recently entered, slamming the damn thing behind her as she went.
Part of him felt bad for upsetting her. Especially since he knew her intentions were pure. Another part wanted to kiss her again because…damn. The woman truly was something else when she was angry.