Page 16 of A Very Mountain Man Wooing

I’m so sick of hiding. I thought that getting away from my family and the cult would mean that I could be free to live my own life, but nothing has really changed. I’m still being fueled by fear. It’s time that I broke out of that bubble and started taking chances.

A knock sounds on my door, and I smile as I open it to see Whit standing there.

“Ready for our date?” He asks, and I grin.

“Yeah. What did you have in mind?” I ask, looking down at my paint-stained clothes.

“Do you want to go out? Or I can cook for us?”

My mouth waters at the thought of being alone with Whit again, but I try to play it cool.

“Let’s go back to your place.”

He nods, his eyes hungry, and my core clenches, knowing what look means.

“Let me just get cleaned up,” I say, and he nods, swallowing hard.

A knock sounds at the door, and I let Whit open it.

“Where’s Grier?” Hunter asks, and I frown.

“She left here earlier. I thought that she went to find you,” I say, and he frowns.

He turns to leave, and I stare after him.

“He’ll find her,” Whit assures me, and I nod, turning to go get changed.

I take a quick shower, rinsing off the streaks of paint from my skin before I wrap a fluffy towel around my body and stand in front of my closet. I don’t really have a ton of sexy date night outfits. I flip through the hangers again, sighing as I look at the plain t-shirts and sweaters.

“The red sweater dress,” Whit says behind me, and I jump.

“What?”

“Wear the red sweater dress.”

“Really?”

“Hell, yes. I’ve had that image of you in it from last month burned into my dress. Don’t wear anything underneath,” he orders, and I flush.

I pull the sweater dress off the hanger and let my towel drop as I slip the dress over my head. Whit groans at the sight of me, and I feel alive for the first time in maybe forever.

The soft material hugs my curves, and going commando adds an extra layer of excitement. It makes me feel naughty and sexy all at once.

“We could stay here instead,” I suggest, my voice coming out husky.

“Whatever you want,” Whit says as he starts to stalk my way.

His phone rings, and he curses as he pulls it out.

“It’s Hunter.”

“Answer it. I want to make sure that he found Grier.”

He nods, and I listen to his side of the conversation. He heads up to the front of the apartment, and I follow him as he looks out the front window.

“No,” he says, and my stomach sinks.

Maybe we should go out and help look for her. I really thought that she had gone to Mabel’s or Hunter’s place. Where could she be?

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