Page 39 of Major Love

“Talk later, okay?” I tell her before ending the call, and then I fluff my hands through my curls as I make my way out of the cosy bedroom. I walk through the cabin’s living area, butterflies in my stomach as I reach the foyer.

Then I slip my feet into my cowgirl boots, take a deep breath, and open the door.

And I find Jason Coleson leaning one giant shoulder against the doorjamb, large thumbs hooked in his belt-loops as those striking eyes meet mine.

One corner of his mouth lifts up into a handsome smile.

“Hey.”

I can’t help the warmth that pools in my belly or the happy dimples that pucker my cheeks at the sound of his deep voice.

“Hey,” I say back to him, smiling as I step out onto the porch, and he shifts back about half an inch so that I can lock up the front door. My eyes slide down to his boots and I swallow nervously at how big they are.

“Good week?” he asks, totally at ease as he begins descending the porch steps.

I’m not about to tell him that I spent the week ransacking Casey’s cabin for a key to the bar in town that IknewI would find, and then proceeding to stop by his secret investment to scope out what needs to be worked on. I’ve already compiled a list of all the things he needs purchasing to finish it.

And I have every intention of purchasing them for him.

Because given the state of Casey’s latest bank statement, helping him fix up his bar feels like the least that I can do.

Instead, I breathe out a raspy, “Uh, yeah, it wassooorelaxing.”

Jason glances down at me, searching my eyes with a wry look.

“Sounds it,” he says teasingly, before tugging open the door to his enormous truck.

Thepassengerdoor.

He just opened the door for me.

I blink at it for a long moment before sliding my eyes up to meet his.

Oh God,I think to myself.This is definitely a date.

Jason gently lifts his brow before saying, “Unless you wanna drive…?”

I give him an amused smile and then haul myself carefully up onto the step of his truck, my gaze landing on the two take-out cups in the holders as I range myself inside.

Jason makes sure that I’m all in and then closes the door behind me, rounding the hood of the truck before hunching down and heaving himself inside.

The truck rocks under his weight and Jason breathes out a laugh, meeting my gaze as he settles in with a sinful wink.

I bite back my smile, crossing my legs toward him as he starts the engine.

I tip the toe of my cowgirl boot toward the cups that smell suspiciously like hot cocoa.

“Is one of those for me?” I ask, and he smirks as he pulls off the curb.

“Both of them are,” he tells me. “Unless you think my shirt’s looking thirsty again.”

“Don’t tempt me,” I say tauntingly, and he flashes me a look of amused satisfaction.

He removes his hand momentarily from the stick-shift, tucking two fingers beneath a lid to pop it open.

“Didn’t know if you took cream. Got one with and one without.”

He replaces his hand on the shift and I carefully pop both of the lids, peeking inside.

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