“You provoked me. Blame yourself.”
I got out of the truck, and he followed me inside to the little laundry room across from the guest bathroom.
“Give me your shirt. I’ll soak it. Do you have a spare with you?”
“Yeah, in my truck.” He stripped down to bare skin, save for his pants, and I had to look away before Idid something stupid like lick his nipples.
I cleared my throat and took the stained garment from him. “Go get that other shirt and I’ll take care of this.”
I busied myself with gathering soap powder and such while Beebub left the room. When he did, I took a deep breath and steadied myself. He had always been dangerous to my peace of mind, but dear God, had he grown up fine.
After removing my own shirt, I added it to his and left them in the huge tub to soak for a bit. Before I could move away, however, I felt Beebub standing behind me.