Page 16 of Connecting with the Mountain Man

Luke squints, but thankfully, he doesn’t press the issue. I force myself to focus. But it’s impossible. Because even with Luke sitting three feet away, all I can think about is Eden’s tits. And how goddamn close I was to losing my mind over her.

Luke’s eyes narrow slightly. “So, are we going downstairs or not?”

“Right,” I mutter, trying to appear as nonchalant as a man who was just picturing his best friend’s little sister bouncing on his cock can. “Yeah. I’ll grab my stuff.”

He doesn’t move. Just crosses his arms, and crap, he’s got that look. The one that says he’s not buying any of my bullshit.

“You sure you don’t need a minute?” Luke smirks. “Seemed like you were having a real intense moment in here.”

I shoot him a glare and grab my tablet off the desk. “Let’s go.”

Luke gives me the “why are you moving like molasses” look, so I shoulder past him and head toward the café.

Big mistake.

Because the second I walk into Eden’s space, she’s right there behind the counter, wiping down tables, her apron tied tight around that little waist.

Just fucking kill me.

Luke slides into the corner booth like this is just another Tuesday and not my personal version of hell. I take the seat across from him, though my eyes keep drifting to Eden as she bustles around the café, oblivious to the havoc she’s wreaking on my self-control.

“Alright, let’s get this over with. I’ve got two invoices from the cabin refurbishments that aren’t lining up, and if we’re missing another damn receipt—”

I barely hear him. Because Eden’s nipples are right there.

Jesus Christ.

She’s behind the counter, stretching to reach something on the top shelf. The thin cotton of her shirt pulls tight across her chest, and the soft peaks of her nipples press against the fabric, practically begging for attention.

I know I should look away. I don’t.

Luke clears his throat. “Silas.”

“Yeah?” I drag my gaze to him, barely.

He gives me a deadpan stare. “You didn’t hear a damn word I just said.”

“Sure I did.” I shift in my seat, hoping like hell my cock isn’t as obvious as it feels. “Something about… receipts.”

Luke snorts, shaking his head. “We need to submit for the contractor fees by the end of the month, but we’re missingpaperwork from two jobs. You were supposed to follow up on that.”

Right. The paperwork.

I’ll get to it. Eventually.

“I’ll handle it,” I mutter, writing down nothing on the notepad just to look like I’m doing something other than staring at his sister’s tits.

Luke watches me for a long moment, like he’s piecing something together. And then Eden laughs softly at something Mary says behind the counter—and I’m gone.

It’s not just the sound. It’s the way her whole body curves when she laughs, the way the soft sway of her hips. I swallow hard. Luke leans back in the booth, following my line of sight.

“Right,” he says, voice slow and knowing. “Totally fine.”

I drag my eyes to the ceiling, heat crawling up the back of my neck. I’m fucked.

“Anyway,” Luke says, scrolling through the tablet. “I was thinking of giving those cabin renovations to Josh’s team, but I know you wanted to—”

“Sounds good.”

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