Trust Me (Holton Series #3) by B. L. Blair

Rachel isn’t looking for love, but she finds it with Paul. Will he learn to trust her?

Rachel Lewis hides her looks behind dark framed glasses and drab clothes. As the head librarian in Holton, she is satisfied with her life and her appearance. Rachel isn’t looking for love or a relationship, but Paul captivates her. He lives in a completely different world, but she wants him more than she has ever wanted any other man.

Paul Hart is handsome, rich, and successful. As the owner of a thriving business, he is happy with short-term relationships and jaded women. Paul has been betrayed too many times to trust a woman, but Rachel intrigues him. She isn’t like any other woman he has ever known. Can he learn to trust her?

Return to Holton, Texas for Victoria and Andrew’s wedding to see if Rachel can win Paul’s trust. Trust Me is the third book in the Holton Series but may be read as a standalone novel.

SKU: B00FMF2FME Category: Romance Tags: B. L. Blair, Holton Romance, series

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They sat in companionable silence for the next few hours, talking cursorily from time to time. Rachel finished her paperwork and then got her own book and joined Paul on the couch. It was actually very peaceful. There were no cars driving by and no noises outside her window. Even the usual night sounds were missing as everything, and everyone, appeared to be in hibernation. Usually when she was alone in the library late at night, she jumped at every sound, but with Paul present, she was able to relax and enjoy the quiet.
After a while, she was starting to yawn, and one look at the clock on the wall told her it was almost midnight. She had not realized it was that late. She glanced at Paul who had followed her gaze to the clock.
“It’s getting late. I guess we should try to get some sleep,” he said. “You take the couch, and I’ll stretch out on the floor with my coat.”
“Actually that won’t be necessary.” Rachel rose from the couch and motioned him up. “The back couch cushion is a separate piece. We can use it as a bed on the floor. It will be a little narrow, but it will be better than your coat.”
“Much better,” Paul agreed, helping her remove the cushion from the couch. They moved the chairs against the wall. Paul then laid the cushion on the floor. “You were right earlier tonight when you said the library wasn’t a bad place to be stuck.”
Rachel smiled and walked over to the closet. She pulled out an afghan and pillow and tossed them to him. “I sometimes nap on that couch when we are shorthanded, and I need to work multiple shifts. You can use these, and I will take the couch and use my coat as a blanket.”
Paul had the cushion arranged on the floor parallel to the couch with the blanket spread over it. He handed her his coat. “Use mine. It’s longer than yours, and then you can use your coat for a pillow.”
“Thanks. That’ll help. So do you snore?”
He walked over to the desk and leaned against it. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? Has no one told you? None of your lovers ever mention it?”
“I don’t sleep with women.”
Rachel raised her eyebrows and looked at him questioningly. He lifted a hand. “Literal sense of the word. I have sex, but I don’t sleep with women.”
She nodded. “Kick them out after you have done the deed, do you?”
“Something like that,” he said cautiously.
“Well, I am hoping you do snore. It will help cover mine.”
“You snore?” he asked with a slight smile. His eyes danced as if he were trying to hold back his laughter.
“So I’ve been told,” she replied saucily.
Rachel placed his coat on the end of the couch. She took a deep breath and then turned to him. He stood there watching her. It was an odd feeling. He seemed to be watching her a lot. It wasn’t threatening but more inquisitive, like she was a puzzle he was trying to solve. She looked at him now and said, “Turn around.”
“What?”
“Turn around,” she repeated.
“Why?”
She sighed heavily and frowned. “Because I am going to remove my pants. It would be too uncomfortable to try to sleep in them.”
Rachel was wearing a long top and jeans. The top was a tunic style shirt that was one of the most comfortable she owned. It was warm and soft and hit her legs about midway down her thighs. It would cover her adequately, but she didn’t want to sleep in her jeans. She also did not want to try to take them off while he was watching. She was attracted to the man, but she didn’t want to give him a peep show.
He grinned at her. “Oh, honey. You don’t have anything I haven’t already seen.”
She narrowed her eyes and glared at him. “That’s not true. You may have seen a lot, but you haven’t seen mine. Now, turn around!”
Laughing, he complied, and Rachel quickly shed her jeans. Glancing down to verify that she was covered, she said, “Okay, I’m done.”
As he turned back, she sat on the couch and pulled his coat over her legs. It was a beautiful piece of clothing. Soft and smooth, it was obviously well made. It had a thick lining, and she knew it would keep her warm. The problem was it smelled like him which meant it would also probably keep her awake. She pulled it up to her shoulders and tucked her legs up under her.
Paul looked at her again. She could see the laughter still lingering on his face. “Well since you removed your pants, you won’t object if I do the same. After all, it would be too uncomfortable to try to sleep in them,” he said quoting her. “Thankfully, I am wearing boxers today.”
Rachel froze in place. She hadn’t considered that. All she had wanted was to be comfortable. She hadn’t thought beyond that or considered how he might react. He was right, she couldn’t object. Deep down, she didn’t really want to. The thought of Paul stripped down to his boxers was a tantalizing one.
“Of course not,” she said nonchalantly. She removed her glasses and put them on the table beside the couch before she turned her back to him and lay down on the couch facing the wall.
“Oh, you don’t have to turn your back. I don’t mind if you watch.”
Rachel felt herself start to blush. Thankfully, he couldn’t see. She didn’t comment as he removed his clothes. She heard his zipper lower and imagined his pants falling to the floor. She quickly willed her mind away from that enticing scene and tried thinking about something else. She was only partially successful.
“Okay,” he said, humor still lining in words. “You can look now.”
She slowly turned back and peeked at him from the corner of her eye. He was lying on the cushion with the afghan covering his lower body, but his chest was bare. Without her glasses, she couldn’t get a good look, but what she did see was delicious. She stared at him, and her mouth began to water. His chest was beautiful–lightly defined muscles and just a smattering of hair. Her eyes rose to his face, and he smirked.
He was laughing at her again. She wiped all expression off her face. She looked at his chest, looked at his eyes, and then smirked back. He laughed out loud, and Rachel had to join in.