Page 19 of Cameron

A chuckle came up from his chest. He’d skip his shower in the morning.

There was a small kitchen, a wood-burning stove that had a stack of wood beside it, a small bed against the wall, and two chairs. Not exactly the Hilton, but way better than being lost in a blizzard.

She opened the door to the wood stove and put in logs and kindling.

He squatted beside her. “Let me.”

Taking the box of matches, he struck one and held it to the newspaper she’d put inside. The paper immediately caught but burned out.

Her brows raised. “I can do it.”

This wasn’t going to be as simple as it looked.

“I know you can. But I thought maybe you would see what kind of food supplies we have. A cup of coffee would be wonderful right about now.”

Standing, she went into the kitchen. “You’re right. That does sound good. Something warm.”

While he worked on getting the fire going, she found and filled the coffee pot with water from the sink. There was tension in the air between them but he had to keep busy. If he touched her, then it would be like an explosion going off and he’d have her in that bed exploring every inch of her full curves. As it was, he would have to sleep in a chair tonight.

There was no way he could lie next to her. And yet, that was a temptation he would really like to explore.

Finally, the kindling lit and he hoped and prayed there was enough to get a log going.

Bringing the coffee pot over, she put it on top of the wood stove.

“Primitive, but it works,” she said.

He rose to his feet and gazed at her.

“Did you tell anyone you were going after me?”

“Yes,” she said, her brows drawing together in a frown. “I just feel bad that Tara is going to have the happily soon-to-be-wedded couple all to herself to take care of along with those harpies they call friends.”

Realizing that he was supposed to be friends with them, she gasped. “I’m sorry.”

A chuckle came from him and he grinned at her. If only she knew the truth. These were not his friends and these people never would be in his life. They were shallow from what he could see. Entitled and so used to the world being handed to them on a silver platter.

“No need,” he said. “I’m here for the wedding. Then I’m heading home, if the weather will let me.”

The coffee pot gurgled and she poured two cups.

“Sorry, no cream,” she said.

“Don’t use it,” he replied. “Why don’t we sit and relax for a few minutes?”

The wind howled outside and rattled the panes of the windows. “We don’t have these kinds of storms in Texas.”

She nodded. “No, you don’t. This one appears that it’s going to last well into the night.”

Was that her way of saying that they were not going anywhere tonight?

He looked at the bed. “What are we going to do, Samantha?”

“Drink coffee and maybe play cards,” she said.

There were other things he would have enjoyed more, but those were not possible. Not with the potential sale lying between them. The sale she knew nothing about.

Maybe he should use this time wisely to find out more about the ranch.

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