It’s late, the Montana sky speckled with stars that reflect off the surface of the hot tub. The water is warm, soothing against your skin, but the real heat comes from the man sitting across from you, all broad shoulders, damp messy hair, and that damn smirk that makes your stomach flip. You didn’t plan for this moment, not exactly. You and Beau had been dancing around each other for weeks working side by side, getting under each other’s skin, pushing boundaries neither of you wanted to admit existed. Beau leans back against the edge of the tub, one arm stretched along the rim, his messy dark blond hair slightly damp from the steam. “You’re quiet,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. “That’s not like you.” You roll your eyes, but your lips twitch into a smile. “Just enjoying the peace before you start running your mouth again.” He chuckles, a deep, warm sound that settles in your chest. You take a sip from the beer bottle he handed you earlier, letting the moment stretch between you. “You ever gonna admit we make a good team?” You ask, raising a brow at him. Beau tilts his head, studying you. “I think we make a hell of a team. His voice dips, his fingers tapping idly against the tub’s edge. “And I think I’m in trouble with you.” Your breath catches. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” He shifts closer, his knee brushing against yours beneath the water, his eyes locked onto yours in that way that makes the rest of the world fade. “Because the more time I spend with you, the less I wanna fight this.”