And when she heard thunder and felt a few drops hit her skin, she looked up at Trevor; he looked at her and said, “We might get wet.”
The words had no sooner left his lips than it started raining. Hard. He took her hand and they made a run for it. She knew he could run a lot faster than her. His legs were longer, but he held back, keeping a tight hold on her hand as they dashed back to the house. By the time they reached the side entry and he keyed in the security code to the raise the garage door, Haven was completely drenched.
She toed off her soaked tennis shoes in the garage, happy to be out of the rain.
Trevor kicked off his shoes, then used his fingers to comb back his hair. “Let me go grab some towels for us. I’ll be right back.”
“Sure.”
She really wanted to strip right now, but no way was she going to walk on his expensive wood flooring in sopping wet clothes. She’d wait for the towel.
TREVOR DUCKED INSIDE AND GRABBED TWO TOWELS from the cabinet in the laundry room in the hall, then came back out to the garage, slowing his walk long enough to get a good, long look at Haven standing there all wet.
Her hair was plastered against her face, ringlets of dark curls against her cheek. Her white T-shirt was pressed against her skin, outlining a pink bra that was nearly see-through. And since he’d flipped on the garage light, he could see plenty, including the fact that she was cold.
He wasn’t a teenager anymore. He’d seen br**sts and ni**les—plenty of them. But he had to admit, he liked the peek at Haven’s, and would like to see even more.
“I should strip out of these wet clothes before I head over to my wing. I don’t want to drip all over your floor.”
Frankly, he couldn’t care less about the floor. But how could he pass up the opportunity to see an impromptu striptease? He wasn’t dumb. “Yeah, probably a good idea.”
He figured she was going to do some kind of secret wrap-the-towel-around-herself thing while trying to be modest.
Nope. She drew her top off, then undid her pants and let those drop, too, leaving her in just her underwear. She dried off as best she could, then wrapped the towel around her and picked up her wet clothes. He had only a brief view of her in her wet underwear, but it was enough to make him want to see a lot more of her skin.
She had a great body. Nice curves, long legs, and a great ass.
“Are you going to stand there dripping and ogling me, or are you going to get out of your wet clothes?” she finally asked.
“Sorry. My brain cells sank right to my dick when you started stripping.”
She laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment. In the meantime, I’m going to go to my room and take a hot shower.”
“You don’t want to wait while I undress?”
She actually paused to look him over, then said, “Probably not a good idea. See you later, Trevor.”
He liked that she’d pondered the idea. “Yeah. Later, Haven.”
Chapter Six
“I TALKED TO ZANE,” TREVOR SAID BEFORE SATURDAY’S game. “He’s coming out to the game today, then we’ll visit after.”
“Really? That’s awesome. I can’t wait to meet him. Does he need someone to sit with?”
Trevor laughed. “I got tickets for him and a few of his buddies from school. I think he’ll be fine.”
“Okay. I just didn’t want him to sit alone.”
“Trust me, my brother is very rarely alone. He’s plenty social.”
She leaned back in the chair and sipped her coffee, studying Trevor. “In other words, he’s a lot like you.”
“In some ways, yeah. In other ways, we’re different.”
“How so?”
“You’ll see.”
Now Haven was very curious about Zane. “I’m looking forward to it. But first, the game, right?”
He gave her a confident smile. “Yeah.”
She waved at Alicia, who was in team uniform colors near the dugout. Haven snapped a few photos of the team in warm-ups, then made her way to her seat.
Chicago started out with two runs in the first, and the Rivers didn’t answer with any offense for the first three innings.
Haven was worried, because it seemed like the Rivers’ bats were cold tonight. But in the sixth, Henderson singled, and Sanchez doubled him home, getting one run in the sixth. The Rivers tied the game in the seventh on a single home run by Coleman.
But Chicago homered in the eighth, and the Rivers put up no more runs, so they lost a close game. She felt bad for Trevor, who went one for four on the day. The loss wasn’t entirely his fault, though, since it seemed as if all the players had mediocre offense.