Page 3 of Wild for the Mountain Man
Luca
I hated holidays.Small ones, big ones, and anything in between.
Okay, maybe not as a child.
But I certainly did now.
I saw them as nothing more than a nuisance.
Especially Halloween.
What was the point of dressing in a costume, with itchy fabric, and thick streaky makeup, or masks you couldn’t breathe in, only to go door to door to a stranger’s house and accept their candy?
Weird.
Lately, it seemed like the holiday got bigger. From worshipping scary creatures to front lawn decorations that outdo Christmas ones, soon Halloween and Christmas will take over and there’ll be no more Thanksgiving.
I mean, a shop that only opens for Halloween? C’mon. How did this woman expect to make any money?
Did she make any money?
Why do you even care, man?
I threw my phone down on the desk and rested my head in my hands.
How the hell did my father run this shit without getting stressed?
Because fuck, I took over last month and I felt like I was screwing it all up.
I stood up from my desk and dragged my feet towards the kitchen. I need a beer and a change of scenery.
When my dad asked me to come home and take over, I hesitated. I had a good job across the country, kept my head low, and made a decent living for myself. Even got me a girlfriend.
But then my mother died, my father needed help, and I reluctantly left my life in the small coastal town I’d grown accustomed to. My girlfriend didn’t stick around. She dumped me the day I told her I was leaving.
After learning the ropes of the business, my father set off to travel, visit his brothers, and check off some items on his bucket list.
I loved the quiet of the cabin, but I missed my mom, especially being here, surrounded by her memories. It was bittersweet.
But maybe I’d make some of my own memories one day.
Ha, who the fuck was I kidding?
Forty was right around the corner, and I wasn’t getting any younger. Soon I’d be too old, and I’d probably spend my life alone, with no children to raise like I wanted.
Imagine a couple of little Eloras and Walkers running around.
My heart skidded to a stop.
Little Eloras? Little Walkers? What the hell was I thinking?
And why wouldn’t this god damn woman leave my head?
Every thought led back to her.
Her sexy, plump curves.
Her height, her head only coming up to my chest.
