Page 19 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
“Don’t be sorry,” I smiled. “I didn’t exactly hate it, as you could probably tell.”
He chuckled. “Yeah.”
“Actually, I needed it. More than I even knew.”
My God, Oakley looked good before. But now, in his sheriff’s uniform? Button-down shirt, badge, and handcuffs dangling from his belt?
Damn, I just wanted to kiss him some more.
“How’s your hand?” he asked.
I held it up. “Healing nicely. I always was a fast healer. It doesn’t even hurt anymore.”
“That’s good,” he smiled. “Real good.”
“So what’s up?” I asked, picking the blanket up from the floor. I began folding it without even thinking. “Did you come to bask in the opulent splendor of the Midway Motel?”
“Nope.”
I batted my eyelashes at him. “You came to kiss me, then.”
“Actually, I came to bring you this.”
Reaching down, Oakley picked up a small white bag that he must’ve dropped to the floor. When he pulled a long sleeve of french fries from it, I rushed him all over again.
“Oh my God, I could marry you right now!”
He chuckled as I began stuffing my face, heedless of how I must’ve looked. I was standing in the cheapest of cheap motels, dressed in doubled up sweat clothes, inhaling french fries by the handful. I nearly choked though, when he produced a couple of cheeseburgers to go with them.
“You pull a vanilla shake out of that bag,” I warned, “and you’re getting laid.”
His cool blue eyes scanned me for a moment, before he finally laughed. “No shake, I’m afraid. I do have an ice cold Coke, though.”
True to his word he pulled it out, straw and everything. I grabbed it greedily. The first few sips went down so quickly, so recklessly, it burned my sinuses.
“You’re getting kissed again at the very least,” I mumbled, around another mouthful of fries.
He laughed. “I’ll wait until you’re done eating, thank you.”
No problem there. Gratefully I tore into the cheeseburger, not having eaten anything significant in far too long. Oakley watched me go to town, then sat down across from me at the room’s little table.
“Does the heat work in here?” he asked.
“Sometimes.”
“Damn,” he rubbed his hands together. “I think it’s warmer outside.”
“Not at night,” I smirked.
He looked around some more, taking the place in. Eventually, his gaze settled on my laptop.
“I see you got a new computer.”
“I got an old computer,” I corrected him, reaching out to pat the machine affectionately. “But yes.”
“Good. How’s the mystery novel coming along?”
I took another pull from my soda. “Mysteriously, I guess.”
