Page 3 of The Mountain Man's Curvy Surprisem
“And what’s that, Mack?”
“Good food, clean water, decent sleep, the best music, and plenty of fucking.”
God help me. It’s way too early for this mental image. “Call me later, Mack. After I’ve had time to think everything through.”
“One more thing, boy …”
I scowl, frustration seizing me.
“You know the women I corresponded with?”
“Yes …” This has to be good.
“I kind of used your photo when I was writing to them. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Used my photo?” I furrow my brows. “Shouldn’t you have asked me first?” The balls on this guy. I shake my head.
“Look, in a contest between an old fart and you, your face is always going to win. Anyway, what’s done is done, so be prepared when the ladies start coming around.”
“Ifthey come around,” I frown.
“Pretty sure they will,” he laughs. “My love letter writing skills are unsurpassed, and your face?—”
“That’s where you messed up, Mack. My picture probably scared them away. But if not, and only if I accept your offer, I’ll be sure to let them down easy.” Great, he’s already got me talking like I own the place.
Chapter
Two
CALLIE
TWO WEEKS LATER
I taste you in my dreams. Sunshine and the sweet warmth of summer rain.
Your fragrance invades my senses, seducing and alluring me, making it impossible to think.
Callie, in a word, I’m OBSESSED …
Obsessed with your smile, your words, your heart.
You are like water. I thirst for you daily.
Like air. I can’t live without you …
You!
God, to know you exist is everything!
Dream of me until our first meeting, my beautiful thief, the thief of my heart and soul!
Is it wrong to admit that I’ve memorized the contents of the crisp white pages that Felicity unfolds and reads across the table from me at Café de la Presse in San Francisco?
I know every line, every cadence, every syllable by heart. And with each flush of her cheek, each quirk of her mouth, and even her raised eyebrow, I have a pretty darn good idea where she is in the letter.
She sets the pages down on the table, eyeing me with something between warmth and skepticism.
“Well?”
