Page 88 of Mountain Boss

“What am I doing?” My voice is muffled by my sweet, squishy mattress.

A knock at the door cuts off my inner chastisement.

I jerk upright and turn to face the front of the cabin.

Is Sterling at my door?

Should I answer?

I start walking across the floor before I can lie to myself.

Of course I’m going to answer.

“Court, you in there?” Cook’s voice filters through the door.

The tension drops out of my shoulders as I heave out a breath.

No need to stress overwill I or won’t I fuck my boss,I guess.

I open the door. “Hey. What’s up?”

“You wanna come make some pies or something before the fire?” Cook takes a step back, like I’m going to immediately follow him.

“What fire?”

“The one we have after the first guests of the season leave.” He waves an arm for me to get moving.

I put my hands on my hips. “Those were hardly the first of the season.”

“Okay, fine. We do it pretty much every time a group of guests leave.”

I drop my arms. “If it’s tradition…”

Chapter 69

Sterling

Flames crackle between us.

The bright orange causes shadows to dance across Courtney’s features.

I couldn’t sit beside her. Not when we’re all just sitting on logs with no tables to cover our laps.

So I chose the second-best spot, directly across from her, with the fire between us.

I’m on my third mini apple pie, unable to stop myself even after the dinner Cook and Courtney put together.

I’m not usually a sweets guy, but knowing her hands were all over every one of these… they taste better than they should.

And tonight, I’m here to indulge.

Except for alcohol. I’m still on my first beer, nursing it, same as Courtney.

These post-guest campfires are for unwinding, which is usually done by drinking. But I’m unwinding a different way tonight.

And neither of us can be drunk for that.

“Who needs another?” Fisher asks as he gets up and walks toward the cooler.

---