Cowboy Casanova - Lorelei James [132]
It hit her then. Ben had been telling her before the loan fiasco, before her disastrous plan to force him into just accepting her friendship, before walking away from the club…that he’d wanted more with her.
And she wanted more with him. She wanted it all.
After all he’d shown her, after all he’d been to her, and now proving—in his typical Dom way—what he wanted to be to her, did she really think she could let him go?
No.
Hell no.
She gathered her things and left the bank early.
Ben’s truck wasn’t in his driveway.
And where were his pesky dogs?
Maybe his truck was in the shop and he’d let the dogs in his haven since it was so cold outside. She shivered as snowflakes whirled around her head and she sought shelter in his woodshop.
Although he’d gotten pissy the one time she’d violated his woodworking sanctuary, she hoped he’d forgive her today.
But what if her making the first move wasn’t enough?
Shoving aside her doubts, Ainsley marched through the door. “Ben? Are you in here? We need to talk.”
No answer.
She flipped on the lights. No sign of him. She knew he hadn’t been in recently because the woodstove was cold. So Ainsley snooped. Animal skins of different colors and textures hung on the wall. Three barrels filled with a smelly solution lined the back wall and she vaguely remembered him talking about the process of tanning hides.
In the main room, various pieces of finished furniture were lined up, ready for assembly. She ran her hands into the grooves his hands had created. The man was amazingly talented. No wonder she’d believed his loan request; he could easily turn his hobby into a fulltime business, despite his claims of just being a simple rancher.
Several hand-carved pieces were spread on the long workbench that looked like toppers for bedposts and chairs. A few wooden sculptures were in different phases of completion. She recognized a small bird, a thick stem of a flower. Another funky cat. She let her fingers trace the jagged edges, not bothering to hold back her tears when she saw three shelves full of finished pieces. All these beautiful works of art were just lying around, gathering dust, not out in view where they could be admired. Cherished. He’d hidden this part of himself from his family too. Was there anyone who knew all sides of Bennett McKay?
You do.
That’s when every doubt vanished. When Ainsley understood she’d do whatever it took to have Ben in her life. To make him understand that she appreciated and celebrated everything about him. Everything he was.
When she exited the building she noticed another car had parked in the drive. Pulling her coat more securely against the Wyoming wind, she hustled toward the house. She looked up when the front door slammed.
Rielle stared back at her. “Ainsley.”
“Rielle.”
“Ben’s not around.”
“So I gathered.” She glanced at the keys dangling from Rielle’s hand. “What are you doing here?”
“Bein’ neighborly.” Rielle smirked. “Oh, it gets your panties in a twist that I have a key to his house and you don’t, doesn’t it?”
Ainsley bit back a retort.
“I see the venom in your eyes. So why don’t you ask me if there’s anything going on between me and Ben.”
“Fine. What the hell is going on between you and Ben?”
“Not a damn thing.” Rielle paused. “Because the man is in love with you.”
Ainsley couldn’t breathe.
“I see you’re surprised to hear that.”
She nodded.
“You’re both idiots,” Rielle muttered. “That makes me marginally less pissed off at you.”
“Why would you be pissed off at me? Because you’ve had your eye on him?”
Rielle rolled her eyes. “Are you kidding me? Ben is a great guy but I’ve never had any interest in him.”
“Still not understanding why you would be mad at me.”
“Because I knew you two were sneaking around. I recognized something was going on between you two the first day at the bank. I watched you two having lunch at Fields. Ben couldn’t take his eyes off you. When he held your hand? And you shook him off when I approached? I figured you