It’d certainly be a challenge. He’d already moved his things in earlier that morning. He’d taken a quick stroll through the rooms, but not the one at the far end of the hall—the nursery. Walking back to his truck, he jumped in the seat and started the engine, pulling out. He wouldn’t deny that a part of him hoped Hope would share his bed, but he knew that was overshooting reality. And sex would only get in the way. A cowboy could hope, though. Her scent lingered in his nostrils. Every time he closed his eyes, he remembered walking in and seeing her touching herself in his bed, and then the expression on her face when she saw him. His cock jerked alive and he shifted in the seat. He rubbed his face and sighed. Now that he’d gotten a taste of her again, he wanted more. But no matter how much he got, he’d never be satisfied. Sex wasn’t why he wanted Hope here at Havens.
