Chapter 45 Forty-five

• RORY
• When we get back to the house, I sit on the couch, waiting for Carter to finish his usual rounds of inspection around the house. I push to my feet when the front door opens. Carter takes a step in and freezes when he sees me standing there. His eyes make a cautious sweep over my form before he turns around and locks the door then he turns back to me.
• We stare at each other, our eyes seeming to do the talking. Saying everything our lips struggle to and wish they could. I’m not even kidding right now. They’re having a whole ass conversation. And if I don’t do something about it, knowing Carter, we’re going to spend the entire night staring at each other--which wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing seeing as the man is prime eye candy but…