Page 70 of Mountain Boss

The engine cuts a moment before the driver’s door opens.

I lift my hand to shield my eyes from the morning sun as a person climbs out. Cowboy boots hit the gravel in a poof of dust.

And then I have to work to keep my mouth closed because he’s cute.

Likereallycute.

His mouth pulls into a wide grin. “Howdy, ma’am.”

I blush.

Even if my recent tastes seem to run to brooding older dark-haired men, this guy—who is probably around my age—is just too damn good looking not to notice.

“You in charge here?” His grin goes nowhere as he asks.

I shake my head and chuckle. “Hardly. But I was warned about a delivery.” I tip my head toward his truck. “Should I assume you have some stuff for us back there?”

He props his hands on his hips and nods. “You’re as smart as you are pretty.”

I notice the small bite of pain in my thumbs before I realize I’m pressing my fingers together.

I relax my hands.

I am normal.

Normal and flustered.

“So…” The driver is still watching me. “You want them all in one place?”

I blink. “Huh?” I can’t think straight with his flirty tone.

“The mattresses.”

“The mattresses?” I repeat, like I’ve suddenly forgotten the English language.

His grin grows. “You sure you work here?”

I huff out a laugh. “I’m beginning to wonder.”

His chuckle is loud, and I find myself smiling along with him.

The man opens his mouth, but before he can say more, his gaze moves to over my shoulder.

His grin stays in place, but he stands up a little straighter. And I know. I justknowthat Sterling is behind me.

“Morning,” the driver says.

A large, warm palm lands on my shoulder, and I nearly jump out of my pants.

“Court, go tell the men the delivery is here.” Sterling’s tone is sharp, and it makes me feel like I’m in trouble. Even though I’ve done nothing wrong.

I drop my gaze, not wanting to see the driver’s reaction to my boss’s attitude.

But as I turn to go, Sterling turns with me so both of our backs are to the driver.

His hand is still on my shoulder, and I can feel the heat of his body as he leans into me.

“I don’t want to catch you flirting with other men again, Cookie.” His breath is hot against my ear, and it takes everything in me to stay upright. “Sayyes, sir.”

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