Page 17 of The Mountains Edge

"Still do." She turns, closing the distance between us. "When you think I'm not looking."

Her perfume fills my head. The dress dips low in back, showing smooth skin I want to taste.

"Wine?" My voice sounds strangled.

"Please."

I escape to the kitchen, needing space to breathe. She follows, because of course she does.

"Need help?"

"Got it covered." I hand her a glass, careful not to touch her fingers. One spark and I'll combust. "Dinner's almost ready."

She perches on a barstool, crossing those legs. The dress rides up and my mouth goes dry.

"So." She sips her wine, watching me over the rim. "This is where the mountain man hides."

"Not hiding."

"No?" She tilts her head.

"Steaks are done."

She laughs softly. "You can't deflect forever, Marcus."

Watch me.

I plate the food, aware of her eyes following my movements. We eat at the kitchen island because the dining table feels too formal. Too much like a real date.

This isn't a date. It's just a get to know you dinner.

Right.

"This is amazing." She takes another bite, making a sound that tests my control. "You have hidden talents?"

"Basic survival skill."

"Nothing basic about this." Her fork drags across her lower lip. "Any other skills I should know about? You're too far away though.”

Fuck.

I am. I've kept the island between us, maintaining safe distance.

She slides off her stool, wine glass in hand. "Show me the rest of your sanctuary?"

Bad idea. But I lead her through the cabin, the living room with its wall of windows, small office, workshop in back. She studies everything, asking questions about pieces I'm working on.

"And up there?" She nods at the loft.

"Bedroom."

Her eyes darken. "Show me."

"No."

She steps closer. "Please?"

That word in that tone. I lead her up the stairs.

---