Page 4 of Wild for the Mountain Man
Her stunning green eyes and brown hair with a tinge of purple to it.
A tattoo of a black cat rested on one hand while a spiderweb stretched across her shoulder, her bare skin exposed on one side from her low-cut shirt. A small diamond stud pierced one nostril, so small you might not even catch it, but I did.
Hell, I saw every fucking inch of her. And imagined the parts covered by clothing.
After walking into her store this morning and meeting her in person, I couldn’t think straight. I sounded like a jerk. Damn it, I was a jerk, and I needed to grow the fuck up and go back and apologize. Approach the situation differently. Offer her a meeting to discuss the changes I need to implement.
Maybe she’d find somewhere else to rent. That would make my life a hell of a lot of easier.
Yet my gut confirmed what my heart already knew. I didn’t want her going anywhere.
I parkedmy truck in front of Elora’s shop for the second time and killed the engine. Sitting there not moving, I stared at the windows, taking in her decorations. The decorations were silly, but the way she arranged the lights caused them to cast a spooky glow onto the sidewalk in front of the store. I liked it.
Don’t buy into it.
My eyes drifted over to a list of what you’ll find inside, from Halloween decorations to party supplies and last, tarot card readings.
Elora did tarot card readings?
Interesting.
As I placed my hand on the door handle, the front door to the store opened and a woman I recognized from earlier stepped outside. I couldn’t recall her name, but I remembered her saying something about muffins and orgasms in her mouth.
“Hey.” I said as I climbed out of my truck and passed by her.
She smiled and waved back. “Hi. Walker, is it?”
“Yep.”
“Go easy on her, okay?”
I blinked and played dumb. “Go easy on her?”
“Elora is one of my best friends. She’s trying so hard to keep everything going and she’s a good person. Your father?—”
“I know what my father did.” I cut her off. “But sometimes change is good.”
“Okay. Whatever you say. In the end, just be nice to her. She doesn’t deserve your wrath. No one does.” The young woman said before shooting me daggers and storming off into the parking lot.
Was I really that grumpy?
I stared after her as my stomach sunk to the ground.
“Walker? What are you doing here?”
I turned around to find Elora standing there. Her cheeks glowed under the outdoor light of her shop as the sun set behind us.
Mesmerized by her green eyes, I stood there, silent, my words having disappeared. They melted from the heat between us and suddenly, everything I wanted to say disappeared.
I couldn’t kick her out.
I couldn’t force her to find another place.
No. I couldn’t do any of that.
Because instead I wantedher.And I planned on making her mine.
It just might take a bit of swooning first.
