Page 6 of Rebuilding with the Mountain Man

I nodded, still unable to form a complete sentence.

In fact, I didn’t utter many words as we fucked for hours, over and over, between the shower and the bed and back to the shower again.

When our bodies were finally spent, we ate takeout food and learned more about each other. He loved to sit outside on the deck he built himself, cook on the grill, and have a fire. I loved to sit out by the fire as well with a glass of wine and my most favorite self-care was long, hot bubble baths. I showed him pictures of bouquets I’ve made, and he showed me more of what he’s built.

The night was perfect. And so was the next day we spent together.

But then reality set in. I had orders to fill and business to handle and so did he. I needed to get back home.

But not one time did he mention building the flower shop. And I wasn’t sure how to bring it up.

We parted ways after exchanging phone numbers and when I tried contacting him over the next few days, I got no response. My heart was cracked but my head said that’s what you get for jumping into something. All while he entertained my idea of a flower shop knowing he wasn’t going to ever call me back. I really thought we had something. I even thought I was falling for him, which was crazy, but didn’t they say when it’s right, you would know?

I continued to check my phone every five minutes. And when days turned into weeks, my suspicions were confirmed.

Thane ghosted me after getting what he really wanted- sex.

But instead of wallowing, I’d pull my girl panties up and find someone willing to help me.

I’d get my flower shop one way or the other.

CHAPTER FOUR

Thane

As I followedthe GPS through a couple of towns, I prayed Amara would be at her apartment when I got there. It took some digging, but I managed to find her business and an address for her.

Considering I lost my phone soon after she left, I’d lost her number with it. Most of my information carried over, but I hadn’t backed up my information in a while. Amara’s number went down the drain with my phone.

I knew I could’ve found an email for her, but I wanted to see her when the surprise I had for her was finished. So, I bided my time, worked night and day to bring her idea to life, and now the bare bones were assembled and ready for her to see.

Her very own flower shop come to life.

She probably hated my guts by now. Probably assumed I ghosted her. But like I said, an email didn’t feel personable to me. I wanted to talk to her in person, show her why I’d been so busy the past couple of weeks, and ask her to be mine.

Because while I tirelessly worked on her shop, I realized I was falling for her. The night and days we spent together were magical. Unlike anything I’d ever felt before. My guys said I was stupid for letting her get away. They’d never seen me so worked up over a woman before. It was true. I focused on my career, had the occasional hookup when I was horny and that was the extent of my love life.

Yet the moment I laid eyes on Amara, I knew she was different. I wanted to give her the world. And I wanted to surprise her while doing it. If I’d had her number, I wouldn’t have been able to keep it all a secret. I’d take one look at her and confess.

So maybe losing my phone was a blessing in disguise.

At this point, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was bringing my girl home.

You see, I built her flower shop on the same land my cabin was on. I owned acres of land so why not give some to her? Her shop didn’t deserve to be tucked away in a plaza of office buildings. It needed to stand out, to be on its own to show how special it was. Not hidden among other buildings.

Would she get upset about the location?

I hoped not. Because I wanted her to move in with me, to become my forever, to be my wife, and have my children.

Something I never saw myself having.

But after watching my brother Ryerson fall in love, I thought maybe there was someone for me too and now I’d found her.

The GPS directed me into a lot up ahead, a small apartment building set back from the street. I parked my truck and killed the engine. My nerves were shot, afraid she’d slam the door in my face, afraid she’d reject me, and I’d have to turn her flower shop into something else, a stark reminder of my failed attempts.

There was only one way to find out.

With a deep breath, I made my way to the front door and located the button for her apartment number. I pressed it, the buzzer sounding, and waited.

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