Page 53 of Major Love

I bank that thought for later and I remove my hands from Jason’s warm chest, watching him swallow as his eyes burn into mine.

“Okay,” I say quietly. “I won’t tell Casey that I know about this place.” Then, not wanting him too comfortable, I add a little, “Yet.”

A handsome grin tugs at his lips, a deep smile-crease cutting into his tan cheek.

He rolls his shoulders, eyes flicking down my body as he says, “I can work with that.”

Oh Jason,I think to myself.I just bet you could.

“Okay,” I repeat. “Well, I don’t want to hold you up or anything, so–”

“Sunday.”

“Yes?”

“I meant what I said about your thing on Saturday.”

I avoid his gaze but I can still feel his on mine.

“I would love to have come with you, but I’m working on Casey’s yard.” Then he pulls his phone from his pocket, swipes his thumb over the screen, and turns it toward me.

“I’m not reading your texts, Jason,” I sigh.

“Not texts. It’s an email.”

Undeniably curious, I give his phone a cursory glance, and my heart stumbles with surprise as I see that on Saturday morning he actuallydoeshave something being delivered to Casey’s place, by some heavy-duty transport truck that deals with weighty deliveries.

“You didn’t have to show me that,” I tell him, trying not to smile. Because now I’m thinking that maybe he actuallydidwant to spend Saturday with me.

And from that make-out comment earlier? Maybe he doesn’t want to do it just as friends.

“Didn’t have to. I wanted to. I would’ve loved to show you Alpine Trail.”

My heart races as I glance up at him, my cheeks flushing at the look in his eyes.

“Okay,” I say, feeling slightly bolder now. “Well… I should be back no later than one in the afternoon on Saturday.”

Jason pokes his tongue in his cheek, watching me steadily and fighting his smile.

“One in the afternoon,” he repeats roughly. “Okay. Got it.”

“Okay,” I rasp, feeling more breathless in this bar than I did when I was hiking through the snow twenty minutes ago.

He pushes a hand through his hair, smiling down at his boots.

“Okay,” he rumbles again.

And it looks like we’ve got a date.

Chapter 13

Sunday

“Alright,” Tucker whispers in a husky little voice, his eyes half-closed as he toddles on precarious legs toward his mini snow-boots. “I’m ready.”

Haven leans her shoulder against the doorjamb, watching him with pained affection as he slowly sits on his butt and then, with adorable gentleness, tries to ease on his boots.

His usually tan cheeks are burning bright red and he seems to have forgotten that he’s still wearing his pyjamas.

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