Page 159 of Mountain Boss

She makes a murmured sound of comfort, and I press my lips to her forehead, shushing her quietly.

Courtney nuzzles into my chest.

Her one hand is trapped between us, but the other closes in a fist on my stomach.

Thinking about the last time when she squeezed my hand and told me she liked it, I link our fingers together.

Then, in almost the same position I’d been in on the lower bunk, only a thousand times more comfortable, I close my eyes and let the soft sound of Courtney’s breathing lull me to sleep.

Chapter 115

Courtney

A hinge squeaks,and cool air sweeps across my face.

I burrow farther into Sterling’s side.

Sterling’s side.

I crack my eyes open.

My cheek is plastered to bare skin. Chest hair tickling my nose. My head rising and falling with each slow breath Sterling takes.

It’s ungodly comfortable.

Like so comfortable it shouldn’t be legal.

I breathe him in.

How is it possible to feel so… at ease with a man I barely know?

Because even though I’ve been in Colorado for a couple weeks, I still don’t reallyknowSterling Black.

I look at our hands, fingers laced together on top of his body.

I gently flex my fingers.

His hand is so much larger than mine. His fingers are rough, filled with strength, yet capable of soft touch.

I flex my fingers again.

No matter where this goes, his kindness, his touch… it’s healing something inside me.

Even with those first few miserable days, he’s more than made up for it.

He explained. And he apologized.

I press my teeth into my lip.

I suppose I owe him an apology, too, for trying to blackmail him that first day.

That same squeak from earlier sounds and that same gust of outside air blows over us, followed by the thud of footsteps across the floor.

Someone must’ve gone to the outhouse.

My eyes widen.

Someone is up.

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