Page 42 of Tempting Miles
“I know, River. Relax. Nothing happened. She worked late last night and tried to drive home after the storm started. Her car got stuck, and she called me. I offered to take her to Gio’s, but she refused. So I gave her one of the guest rooms and made her supper.”
The second the words leave my mouth, I realize how domestic that sounds. Hell, I’ve never cooked for a woman before. Not even family.
Still, I keep my face impassive.
When I glance over, River has one eyebrow raised so high it’s practically in his hairline.
“What?” I ask, already annoyed.
“Oh, nothing.” He grins. “I’m just here trying to figure out how my brother became a gentleman overnight.”
“Shut up, River. I’m always a fucking gentleman.”
He punches my bicep, and I laugh despite myself.
“Stop. We’re here,” I say as the tip of the orange cone I left by the car last night comes into view. Another couple of feet of snow buried everything overnight.
River throws the truck into park and hops out to assess how much snow swallowed Penny’s car.
“Come on, Miles. We’ve got our work cut out for us. Luckily for us, it’s mostly snow, so it’ll be easy to remove,” he says, tossing me a shovel the second I step out of the truck.
I catch it and head toward the front of the car, trying not to think about what River said earlier about Gio and Xander kicking my ass if they found out I was messing around with Penny.
I shake the thought away. We’re not messing around—it was just this one time.
I focus on digging the car out as quickly as possible. Maybe Penny will want to head home today. Honestly, that’s probably what’s best for everyone.
Even if my brain—and my dick—strongly disagree.
Because if it were up to me, she’d spend the whole weekend in my house.
In my bed.
Chapter 12
Penny
That orgasm? Incredible.
The aftermath? Absolute hell.
Right after Miles made me come, the energy in the room shifted. One minute, he was between my thighs, looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive. The next, he was halfway to the stairs, saying he needed a shower.
No kiss. Nolingering. Nothing.
It’s like something inside him snapped and made him run away.
So now I’m curled up on the couch, staring out at the snow-covered yard and trying not to overthink it.
Outside, everything looks peaceful. Snow covers the trees, the porch, and the mountains in the distance. I could probably sit here all day with a cup of hot tea, a soft blanket, and my thoughts.
Which is dangerous.
Because the longer I sit here, the more I think about Miles.
I’m watching a bunny hop through the snow when my phone starts vibrating from inside the guest room.
“Hola, Ma,” I say as soon as I press the green button.
