Page 105 of Mountain Daddy
My eyes snap open wide.
Luther opens his slower.
Then he sighs, his breath warm on my lips.
Luther tugs the hem of my shirt down before he straightens and turns toward the man.
“You suck, you know that?” Luther’s tone is full of annoyance but no real anger.
“How about a thank-you,” the other man replies. “Wouldn’t you like to make it to retirement without indecent exposure on your record?”
I bite down on a laugh over his dig about retirement as I slowly turn to face the man who interrupted us.
Then I narrow my eyes. Becausegod damn, what are they feeding the men out here? Why are they all so fucking hot?
Thispark rangeris in the typical uniform of dark green pants and a tan button-down short-sleeve shirt. But with tattoos covering both arms, shaggy dark hair under a worn baseball hat, and…Does he have two different colored eyes?… He doesn’t look like a park ranger. He looks like a bad boy playing at being a park ranger.
Then I notice the gun on his hip.
Okay, so not playing.
“You could’ve just walked past.” Luther rests one hand on my knee and gestures at the vast amount of land around us with the other.
“Not gonna do that.” The man turns his mismatched eyes on me. “You good?”
“Me?” I glance between the men. “Like, do I know this guy?” I point at Luther.
The ranger nods.
I nod back, setting my hand on top of Luther’s on my knee. “I know this guy.”
“Dude,” Luther says flatly, holding his free hand out, palm up.
The man lifts a shoulder, not at all apologetic.
And then the men stare at each other.
Luther drops his arm. “You gonna stand here until we leave?”
“Yep.” The man crosses his arms.
This grump seems like kind of a dick, but it comes off funny.
But looking at the men’s serious expressions, I wonder if maybe I’m the only one who’s feeling the humor.
Luther tried to bring me lunch. My dad showed up and thought it was for him.
Luther tried to take me to a bake sale. My dad showed up, and I had to hide in someone’s house.
Luther tried to give outdoor sexy times. A grumpy park ranger catches us before we can begin.
I look around, verifying that we’re still in the middle of nowhere. Not a person or road or manmade structure in sight. And still, someone interrupted us.
I snicker.
Luther turns his head to look at me.
I lift my hand to my mouth and place my fingers against my lips.
