Page 47 of Cowboy of Convenience
Evelyn reached across the console, sliding her hand onto his thigh, wanting to offer him a little of the support he’d been lacking for so long.
And maybe a little more.
By the time they pulled into Grady's driveway, she had all sorts of ideas milling around her brain and that now familiar throb pulsating between her thighs. If Grady wanted a distraction, she planned to make sure he got it.
She offered him a smile as he opened her door to reveal one of the absolute cutest log cabins she'd ever seen. "This is kind of the quintessential mountain getaway, isn't it?" Evelyn leaned back to take in the full scope of the A-frame structure. The front was flanked by a quaint covered porch complete with rocking chairs. It was the kind of place she could imagine spending an evening with a cocktail and a good book.
"That's part of why I bought it. I figured if nothing else I could eventually rent it out as a vacation home." Grady unlocked the door and opened it wide, letting her pass inside first.
Evelyn walked in, looking around the bright, open space. "Holy shit."
She loved her little house downtown. It was quaint and cute and cozy.
But this—
This place felt more like a home.
"Is that a good holy shit, or a bad holy shit?" Grady closed the door and followed her in, setting his keys on the island centered along the bank of cabinets occupying the front corner.
"It was a fantastic holy shit." Evelyn ran one finger along the cool surface of the stainless-steel countertop as she walked toward the triangular wall of windows taking up the whole back wall of the cabin and overlooking the mountain. "This is breathtaking." It was one of the few things she missed about New York. Her loft had an amazing view of the city and while this wasn’t the city, it was equally stunning. "I can't believe you get to wake up and look out at this every day."
Crossing the rustic hardwood, her steps softened a little when she reached the cowhide rug situated in the living room portion of the open space. "It's beautiful." She stood at the glass, looking over the large, double-layer deck stretching off the back of the house. "I don't blame you for buying this. I would have bought it too."
Her eyes refocused, catching Grady's reflection in the glass. He had an odd expression on his face that sent her turning to face him. "Sorry. I sort of just made myself at home, didn't I?"
Grady's eyes moved over her. "Until you start wearing my robe around, you haven't come close to how comfortable I've made myself at your house."
"You did kinda just take it over." She smiled, walking toward him. "What's the funny look on your face for, then?"
Grady's shoulders jerked in a shrug. "I guess I just didn't expect you to be so impressed by my little house."
Evelyn snorted out a laugh. "Are you kidding?" She swung her arms around, gesturing at the modern but also rustic and cozy space. "This place is phenomenal."
Grady’s chin tucked, his eyes dropping to the floor. For a second she almost expected him to scuff one boot against the floor and say, ‘aw, shucks’. Instead, his eyes came back to hers, carrying a level of intensity she felt all the way to her toes. "I'm glad you like it."
She more than liked it. She loved it. Loved it so much she was already trying to come up with a way to stay here for a night.
Without her grandmother.
Ugh. Her grandmother. If they were going to get more of Grady’s stuff into her place without risking running into her they needed to get moving. Evelyn pointed toward the lofted second floor that had to contain his bedroom. "You need to go get your stuff."
Grady lifted one brow at her. "You can't be the bossy one, Ev. I'm the bossy one."
"Not today." She grabbed him by the shoulders, turning him toward the wrought iron staircase. "We need to get back to my house before my grandmother gets there, remember?"
She was hoping to get there with time to spare. Time to take Grady’s mind off all he was facing.
"I don’t know if it’s possible to forget Gram-Gram.” Grady’s boot hit the first step. “She leaves quite an impression.”
Evelyn kept pushing him, urging him up the stairs as she followed behind. Her steps stalled out as they reached the top. “Holy shit.”
Grady went to his closet, shooting her a grin over one shoulder. “That another good holy shit?”
“You know it is.” Evelyn wandered around his bedroom as Grady collected another uniform and a few changes of clothes.
The loft only took up about a third of the cabin's available footprint. But one end was open, overlooking the first floor and the wall of windows, making it feel spacious and open, a lot like her place in the city. A king-sized bed sat in the center of the space, headboard against one of the walls built to flatten out the sharp angle of the roofline. The headboard had a nightstand incorporated onto each end and sconces glowed from the walls above each surface.
“This place is amazing.” She dropped down onto his bed. “We should abandon my grandmother at my house and stay here instead.” The idea seemed even better when she leaned back, relaxing into the softness of Grady’s mattress.
