Billionaire Untamed - Tate(40)

As soon as he thought about that idea, he dismissed it. Lara was like crack to him. The more he got, the more he wanted.

He let out a masculine sigh as Shep finally found his pissing spot. It was so cold he could see his breath in the crisp air, but it would be a decent flying day because the weather was sunny and clear. He’d promised Lara he’d fly her into Denver later to file some reports at the FBI office. Hell, he’d be willing to do just about anything if it would keep her here longer. She’d pointed out that she could easily drive, but Tate was of the mind that flying was always preferable. It saved time, especially in the winter on mountain highways, and he’d rather be in the air than on the road any day.

Shep finished his business and hopped back through the snow and toward the house.

Smart dog. It’s damn cold out here.

By the time he took off his boots and came back into the house, Lara was up, and she didn’t look happy. He let Shep off the leash and hung it up. The puppy bounded over to Lara instantly. She picked him up and shuddered as she cuddled him against her breasts.

Lucky dog.

“You’re cold,” she crooned to the puppy, stroking his fur.

She was in his robe again, and a possessive satisfaction stabbed him straight in the gut. He liked his things draped over her body. Yeah, he preferred it to be his body over hers, but he’d take what he could get.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her roughly, worried by her pensive expression.

She raised a brow at him. “You have a Jeep and a snowplow?”

Oh, hell. Busted!

“Yeah. Out in the other garage.”

“So tell me exactly why I was snowed in here when you could have taken me back to the resort pretty easily.”

Tate wasn’t going to bullshit her. She looked pretty miffed. “Because I wanted you here. We were in the middle of a blizzard, Lara. Even if I did have a plow, it wasn’t exactly safe to be out that night.” He wasn’t going to tell her that he’d gone out and plowed himself out in worse weather. The truth was…he’d wanted her to stay. And he hadn’t wanted to take her out in the cold just to get her back to the resort. “You were hurt.”

She crossed her arms in front of her. “You could have told me,” she said, sounding disappointed.

Damn. Disappointed was worse than her being pissed off. “I could have,” he said carefully.

“I don’t like lies, Tate, for whatever reason.”

He didn’t like them either, especially between him and Lara, so he could understand her point. “I didn’t lie exactly. I just didn’t tell you I had a plow.”#p#分页标题#e#

“A lie by omission, Colter,” she told him sternly. “You didn’t tell me because you didn’t think about it. You didn’t tell me because you didn’t want me to know.”

She was right. “I’m sorry. I appreciate honesty, too. I would have told you eventually.”

“Don’t do it again,” she told him in a voice that reminded Tate of his fifth-grade teacher, and that woman had been pretty scary.

Lara put the puppy down and strode into the kitchen without another word.

Tate followed curiously. He watched as she went through the motions of fixing breakfast.

“I won’t lie to you ever again, Lara.” He meant that statement with his entire being. Now that he knew her better, he’d never be able to avoid laying everything on the table with her.

“Good.” She nodded at him and went back to fixing breakfast.

“That’s it?” She wasn’t going to fry him over the issue?

“That’s it. Now that I’ve made myself clear, I trust you to honor what I want.” She caught his gaze for a short moment. “Besides, you did probably save my life, or at the very least having to touch that disgusting man. And you’re almost disgustingly perfect. I guess you’re due one mistake.”

“Almost perfect?” Damn, he loved it when she teased him. “What would make me absolutely perfect?”

She pretended to study him for a minute. “You could learn to cook,” she replied in a smart-ass tone.

He moved over to her and slapped her on the ass just to hear her cute little squeal. “Baby, nobody deserves to eat my cooking.” But damned if he didn’t want to try harder to learn because of her. She didn’t deserve to do all of the cooking. “But I know every good restaurant in Colorado, and I can get us there fast. You don’t have to cook.”

“Hmm…I suppose there is that,” she answered cheekily.

“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.” He kissed her lightly on the temple and breathed in her intoxicating scent.