Page 29 of A Very Mountain Man Wooing

“Yep, we’re all set.”

“Hunter wants to get there early. He said the roads might be bad. I just talked to Mabel, and she said they’re all leaving now, too, so we should get to the airport around the same time as us.”

“Perfect. I’ll get our bags.”

“Already on it, love,” Whit calls as he heads back to our bedroom, and I smile.

That man is always two steps ahead of me. He spends so much time trying to anticipate my needs. I never thought that I would have a love like this. I didn’t even know it was possible until I came to Fallen Peak and met Whit.

“Let’s get a move on,” Grier says, bumping her hip with mine.

I smile, shaking my head as I turn to double-check that we’re not forgetting anything. Whit and Molly pass me as they head outside, and I double-check the house, making sure that the lights are all off and the windows and doors are closed and locked.

“All good?” Whit asks as I make my way up to the front.

“Yep. Are we forgetting anything?”

He shakes his head, pulling me into his arms as soon as I’m close enough, and I smirk up at him.

“Are you ready for vacation?” I ask him, and he grins wolfishly.

“I’m ready to see you in a bikini for a week straight and to try to find places to sneak off for some alone time.”

“I like the sound of that,” I whisper as his mouth hovers over mine.

He doesn’t bother answering before his lips claim mine, and we’re lost in each other. My arms wrap around his neck, and his hands find my waist, pulling me tighter against him until we’re basically molded together.

A car horn honks, and we break apart. I laugh when I see the annoyed look on his face and take his hand in mine.

“Maybe we could join the mile-high club,” I whisper to him as we head outside.

“I don’t think we can both fit into that tiny bathroom. I barely fit in there by myself,” he grumbles, and I pretend to pout. “We can try, though,” he hurries to add, and my heart swells.

This man would do anything for me. In a weird way, I’m almost glad that I grew up in a cult and ran away. I may have never met him otherwise. And what a sad life that would be.

“Love you, Anise,” Whit tells me as we lock the front door, and I smile.

“Love you more.”

He just shakes his head as he takes my hand and leads me over to the waiting car.

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