Page 2 of Frigid Mountain Man
After a few moments, he jumped up, a smile on his face. They moved into one of the many food lines, the crowd growing in size as more people filtered in. I jumped at the opportunity to slide in behind them before someone else did, abandoning my own line, my hunger forgotten.
The closer I got, the more my heart raced.
Who was she?
I didn’t feel like this around women.
But a magnetic force dragged me towards her, screaming in my face, impossible to ignore.
I stepped behind her and swallowed hard.
“Hey, I heard you like horses?” I asked the little boy when he dared sneak a peek at me from his mother’s arms. His round curious eyes were as large as saucers, his arms wrapped around her neck as he looked at me curiously.
“They’re my favorite animal, too. I especially like riding them.”
He raised his eyebrows and studied me carefully.
“Have you ever ridden one?”
He shook his head, and that’s when his mother turned towards me. I was afraid she’d be turned off by someone talking to her son but instead, a kind smile warmed her face and softened her features.
I put my hands up in surrender and grinned. “Sorry. I’m not trying to be weird. Your son is adorable.” My eyes held hers and sparks combusted between us.
“Thanks.” She said before turning away.
She ordered food and as she moved towards the pick-up counter, she looked at me and opened her mouth as if she were going to say something.
Until a few adults and two other children surrounded her, the moment gone.
There was no way she didn’t feel it. There was something between us. I’d never been so sure of something in my life.
What if she was married? Or in a relationship?
But something inside me told me she wasn’t.
It was strange and crazy, but my mind wouldn’t stop spinning, the thoughts whizzing by on hyper-speed.
The last thing I expected when I moved to Forest Grove was to meet the woman of my dreams. But there she was, prettier and sweeter than I could’ve ever imagined.
I had to find out who she was.
CHAPTER TWO
Jules
“Who do you keep looking for?”My sister, Natalie, asked me for the millionth time in the past hour.
“No one. What are you going on about?” I rolled my eyes at her as we waited in line for another carnival game. It was almost seven o’clock but felt much later, the day long and tiring. Especially for my four-year-old son, Leo. I could tell by the number of tantrums and the severity, each one a tad worse than the one before. One more mishap and it would be complete meltdown city.
So maybe the hot mountain man from earlier wouldn’t disappear from my thoughts. He was attractive, enchanting, and damn could he smile. He also had a way with kids, or Leo at least. Most men wouldn’t bother with a screaming four-year-old mid tantrum.
And maybe I was looking for him. But only to sneak a glance. Was that so wrong?
Damn my sisters for knowing me too well. They never missed a beat.
“Your eyes keep scanning the place. Don’t act like I don’t know how you are,” Natalie said, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. A move she’s done since we were little, and it still annoyed the shit out of me.
“Maybe because there’s many people around and our children are here?” I motioned to the three little ones playing ring toss, both of my sister’s husbands helping while the three of us stood back and watched.
