After she deleted that, she pulled up Hank’s photo and gazed at it. The sight of it made her smile. His expression was stern in the picture, as if he wasn’t entirely sure if he should look friendly or not. It was all mountain-man beard and black hair and dark circles under his eyes . . . but she studied his features. A good, strong nose. A nice mouth with a full lower lip. Soulful eyes. Not a receding hairline in sight.

She giggled to herself and put the phone back down on the dresser. She had his phone number and had no idea what to do with it, but . . . it was strangely nice to have.

Man, she was turning into an easy-to-please woman if a scowly picture and a phone number exchange made her feel special. But it did. Just like that brief touch on the hand earlier in the kitchen.

She suspected a lot of people didn’t get to know Hank Watson . . . and it felt special to be one of the few.

CHAPTER SIX

Hank didn’t go to sleep right away that night. Even though he was tired, he lay in bed and stared up at the ceiling, his phone on his belly. He wasn’t going to look at Becca’s picture. He wasn’t. It was just a stupid picture. She was just the town busybody who’d decided to push her way into their lives to help out.

So she’d asked him out months ago. So what? It was clear she wasn’t dwelling on it. And he didn’t want—or need—a woman.

He didn’t know why he was thinking about her.

Or the soft, shy smile on her face when he’d taken her picture. Or the way she’d flirted with him that morning.

He certainly wasn’t thinking about the drowsy look in her eyes as she brought Libby home, along with a ton of groceries for him and the guys.

Hank had noticed that his brothers were now doing their best to be around when Becca was. They lingered in the kitchen when she was there, and drifted in and out of the house looking for her throughout the day.

It irritated him. He wasn’t sure if they were interested in her physically, or just doing it to get under his skin, but it was working. Hank wasn’t entirely sure Becca had noticed them, though. She’d seemed focused on Libby . . . and on him.

Unable to resist any longer, he reached for his phone and typed in the password. His cock got hard as he thought about how he’d boldly touched her hand, and how soft her fingers had been under his grip. He quickly opened the phonebook app and pulled up her picture.