Page 42 of Romancing His Heart
“No.”
“Please don’t tell me you’re going to be childish like Dex and Trevor? If we are going to be isolated and I can’t talk to anyone, you’re going to have to answer some things for me, you know? Ooh, you know what I haven’t written yet?”
She’s all over the place now that she’s talking.
“You know when you get on a roll, you make no sense, right? I can’t believe I’m going to ask this, but what haven’t you written?”
“Forced proximity. That’s a big one. Readers love a good forced proximity romance. What kind of house are we going to? Is it a big mountain cabin? Will you have to chop wood? Would you chop wood shirtless? That would give me a great visual for a hero. Oh my God. Military mountain man who’s grumpy and …” Glancing over, I see that she looks embarrassed. “Sorry, once my head gets going on a story, it spirals sometimes.”
I watch her with mixed emotions. “I’ve never met anyone quite like you, Red.”
“Yeah, I get that a lot. It’s why I don’t have many friends. People get tired of pulling me from my stories.”
“You spend a lot of time getting lost in them?”
“Stories can’t hurt me.” It’s a knee-jerk response, and by her clenched jaw and white knuckles, I can tell she regrets it.
“Neither will I, Red. Neither will I.”
Chapter 14
Sloane
“Neither will I.” Ugh.What the hell was I thinking? Of course that’s his response.
“So, tell me about this safe house?” I ask, changing the subject.
“I don’t think it will be quite what you’re expecting,” Loki says evasively.
“Well, that’s where you’re at an advantage. I don’t have any expectations.”
My body prickles, and I know he’s watching me.
“It’s a cabin I bought shortly after college.”
“Wait, if you own it, won’t that be one of the first places they look for us?”
“Oh, sweetheart. Give me more credit than that. I always have a backup plan. My backup plan, Jacob Kelly, owns this cabin.”
“You have a fake identity?”
“A backup plan,” I repeat.
“And it’s a camp you use for hunting?”
“It’s a hunting camp in every sense of the word, but I haven’t had much time to use it. There are no frills. It’s a one-room cabin, but it has a pullout couch, too. The bathroom will be about our only privacy for a while.”
“Ah, one room?”
“I told you, it’s rustic.”
“So, it won’t be like … glamping?” I’m not sure how I feel about camping.
“What the fuck is glamping?”
“You know, like upscale camping?”
“Sweetheart, there’s camping, and then there’s a fucking spa. There’s no in-between.”
