Page 141 of Mountain Boss

My eyes lower.

His butt looks amazing in those jeans.

I want to?—

Someone bumps my shoulder. “Sorry, Court.” Simpson shakes his head with a laugh as he steps up beside me. “I’m too hungry to see straight.”

I smile at the man. “I’ll forgive it.”

He nods. “Good of you.” A pair of strangers moves past us into the short line to get food. “You feeling better? Heard you were under the weather.” The genuine concern in his voice reminds me he has daughters and that he’s said I remind him of them.

I give him a real smile. “I do feel better, thank you.”

For a second, I wonder if he knows about all the new stuff in my cabin, but I don’t think so.

“Glad to hear it.” He claps his hands together. “Let’s eat.”

“Go ahead.” I wave him forward. “I have to show Mr., uh, Sterling something first.”

There’s a laugh behind me, and we both turn to see Glen. “I’m gonna call you Miss Courtney until you remember to just call him by his name.”

“Call who by his name?” The deep voice comes from my side.

I don’t need to look up to see who it is.

But I look up anyway.

Dark eyes connect with mine.

“Talking about you, Boss,” Glen replies for me.

Sterling lifts a brow.

I shoot a fake glare at Glen for tattling. But he did give me the perfect opening.

I shift to face Sterling. “I was just saying that I needed a moment to show you something before dinner.”

Sterling lifts his plate. “Eat first while it’s hot. Then youcan show me.”

I roll my lips together, wanting to argue, but I know there’s no good argument for me here.

Also, the sight of his BBQ meatloaf and garlic potatoes has my stomach grumbling with hunger.

“Get your dinner, Court.” His tone is gentle. And I can tell, just from how he says it, that he wants to call me something else.

But he can’t.

Because no one here can know what’s going on between us.

Nodding rather than replying, I get in line with Glen and Simpson.

Before long, we have plates piled with steaming food, and as a trio, we walk over to theemployee table.

Leon and Fisher were already seated across from each other. Simpson climbs into the free spot between Leon and Sterling. And Glen moves to sit directly across from Sterling, leaving the only open spot between Glen and Fisher, over one and across from Sterling.

Cook rarely leaves his spot at the counter when guests are here, so the six of us fit perfectly, albeit a bit snugly, at one table.

“You feelin’ better, Court?” Leon asks, mouth full of meatloaf.

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