Page 12 of Tempted By the Mountain Man
I blush and he grins.
“It is! I knew it.”
I just roll my eyes again.
“Did you ever wish that you had a sibling?”
“Yeah, a few times. Maybe there wouldn’t have been so much pressure on me. Plus, we could have split the chores around the farm,” he says.
“I just think that maybe it wouldn’t have been so lonely. It would have been like having a live-in friend.”
“Did you have a lot of friends?” he asks, and I shrug.
“No, not really. I was the nerdy girl in school who always had my face buried in a book. I always knew that I wanted to leave Chicago behind and a lot of the kids at my school didn’t feel that way.”
“Everyone was friends at my school. I only had like sixty kids in my graduating class.”
“That must have been nice. To be so close with so many people.”
“It had its moments.”
“Is that why you like small towns?” I ask him and he nods.
“I like not having to deal with the crowds or traffic. I like the feeling of community that comes with a small town too though.”
“It must be nice,” I muse and he nods.
“Have you ever wanted to live in a small town? Or do you like big cities?”
“I guess that I never really thought about it. I went from one big city to another. I’ve never known anything else.”
He nods and we stare at each other. His eyes stray to my lips and I lick them reflexively. His eyes darken and my blood starts to heat with lust.
I want him. I want him more than I want anything, and I think that Amos feels the same way about me.
I open my mouth to tell him, well, I don’t know what I’ll tell him, but before I can figure that out, a bolt of lightning lights up the sky outside the cabin and I jump, caught off guard.
I had forgotten about the storm, too wrapped up in this game with Amos. As I look back to him, my blue eyes meeting his green ones, I know that I’m going to lose this game between us at some point soon.
And I’m perfectly fine with that.
SIX
Amos
The rain is still coming down hard,ricocheting off the roof of my truck and streaming down the windshield. My windshield wipers are on full blast, trying to keep up with it, and I grip the steering wheel tighter, trying to maneuver down the muddy roads.
“Maybe we should have just stayed back at the cabin,” Camden says as we slowly bounce over a pothole.
“You wanted to get out and we don’t have a ton of food left at the cabin. Besides, it won’t be that bad once we’re on the main roads.”
We ease over another pothole, a crack of thunder sounding in the distance, and I relax when I see the main road come into view. We’re headed into Honey Peak for dinner and even though I’m pretty sure that Camden doesn’t, I’m counting it as our first date.
We hit the paved road and I hit the gas as we head a little farther up the mountain to the nearby town. I’ve never been to Honey Peak but if Camden wants to go explore it a little bit, then I’m all for it.
If we stayed in that cabin alone for another five minutes, I’m pretty sure that I would have admitted just how badly I wanted her and lost the bet. Then I would have lost my girl.
I know that the meditation question game was my idea, and when I first thought of it, I thought that I was a genius. Then it started, and I realized how big of a mistake this game was going to be.
