Page 90 of Fresh Tracks
She rubs her thumbs over my inner thighs and from the look in her eyes, she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Her gaze drops to my lap before she looks back into my eyes. “I don’t like sharing my snacks either.”
I lean forward, kissing her soft lips, breathing in her lavender scent that I can’t get enough of. I nip at her bottom lip, tugging on it before pulling away. I hear her little gasp before our eyes meet. “Same. Glad we got that out of the way.”
“Good.” She smiles softly and stands, taking her empty bowl over to the sink. I prop my elbows up on the counter, leaning on my fists while I watch her. She’s humming to herself, rocking her head side to side, swaying her hair. Her sleep shorts hang just off her hips giving me a full view of her long legs. I have to remind myself and my hard cock that I can’t just drag her back to bed. It’s Thursday and she said she actually wants to get some work done this morning. When she’s focused, she’s a force to be reckoned with and I know there’s no stopping her.
I know she says she’s happy with what she’s doing, but I still can’t shake the memory of how she looked when I said no to being more public about my charitable giving. I want to make sure she’s happy, that she’s thriving, and not giving up anything that she wants, just to be with me. I want her to feel like she’s living her best life and I’m not holding her back.
I’m about to ask her about her plans for the rest of the day when lights outside catch my attention. I turn toward thewindows and see headlights coming down the driveway toward the gate. I recognize the headlights from the plow truck that Tanner drives. She follows my line of sight and I see her posture sag and her smile fade.
I get up and walk to her side, draping an arm around her waist. “Go out and talk to him. I know you’re still mad at him?—”
Her eyes flick to mine and she raises a brow.
“And rightfully so,” I clarify with a laugh. “Give him a chance. Maybe he’ll take the opportunity and apologize.”
She takes a deep breath and groans. “Fine.”
I swipe away her bangs and press a kiss to her forehead. Then she heads toward the door to the driveway, pulling on her snow boots and a long, puffy jacket.
“Good luck,” I call out, as she pulls the door shut.
I head to the other end of the kitchen to make myself an espresso, thinking about what I want to get done today since she’s planning to work. I load the grinder when I hear the door open and see Grace coming back inside. Shit. That was quick.
I stop making my coffee and walk over to her. She kicks off her boots and my heart sinks when I see her face. Instead of frustration or irritation, I see hurt and sadness.
“I take it that didn’t go well?” I ask, rubbing her shoulders.
She shakes her head and doesn’t meet my eyes. I reach up, tilting her chin to look at me. “I’m sorry he’s being difficult, but he’ll get there.”
She sighs. “I know. I just want to be able to share this with everyone. We’ve always been so close.”
I rub the pad of my thumb over her cheek. “Why don’t you try talking to the girls? I know they must be excited for you. Share it with them.”
That little spark in her eyes that I love returns. She pulls her phone out and starts typing away.
“Wait, I didn’t mean this second. It’s not even seven in the morning.”
She hums dismissively with mischief in her eyes. “Never too early to start shit.”
CHAPTER 36
GRACE
SHOW AND TELL
Brunch Babes
Me: Tanner’s still being an ass.
Lizzy: What’d he do now? Clay’s been such a good boy about this. Come back to Park City soon? I miss my OG Brunch Babe.
Me: Wait… Lizzy, why are you already up?
Me: I tried to flag Tanner down while he was plowing the driveway and he ignored me.
V: Ugh. I’m trying to work on him.
Lizzy: Try working on him in a gondola. I heard that goes a long way.
