Page 25 of Call It Home

The plane touched and bounced along the single runway of the airport closest to our destination. For the entire descent, I couldn’t take my eyes off the landscape below. I loved our eastern mountains, but the ruggedness of the Rocky Mountains was breathtaking. The water of a nearby lake was so still it reflected our plane like a gigantic earthen mirror.

“It’s so pretty.” Cameron yawned as she leaned into me to look out of the window.

I sucked in a breath, holding it so she wouldn’t feel how fast my heart rate was. It was like she was clueless about the effect she had on me as her breasts rubbed against my arm, and the gap of her neckline provided a spectacular view of a lacy bra covering a nice set of tits.

Her eyes appeared to have an extra sparkle as she grinned at me. “Are you excited?”

It took me a second to realize she wasn’t talking about my dick, which had also taken notice of her, like a horny teenager. “Not sure that’s the word I’d use, but sure. I’m ready to get this show on the road.”

Her hand suddenly warmed my skin. “Mac, I think I said it before, but, just to say it again, I’m really glad you’re here. Not just because of your talent, but because you’re always so calm. I think we’re going to make a dynamo team.”

I stared at the graceful fingers resting so casually on my arm. I briefly wondered what her manicured fingernails would look like in another week. As tempting as it was, I resisted the urge to rub my hand against the smoothness of hers. That would be crossing a line I wasn’t sure I could come back from.

“You’re welcome, short stack.”

Her eyebrow rose. “Back to that, huh?” He’d been making up names for me about my height ever since we met. It used to bug me, but now it amused me more than anything.

I smirked. “We’re on equal footing now, princess. You’re not my boss here.”

“Touché, partner.”

We collected our bags, including the one I had to fork out precious money for because I didn’t own an actual suitcase.

Cameron paused and pulled out her phone. She looked around. “There’s supposed to be a car to pick us up,” she stated.

Even though it was a regional airport, there were still easily a hundred or more people milling about. Finally, I spotted something.

“There,” I said, gesturing towards a man dressed in jeans, a black-and-blue plaid shirt, and a cowboy hat, holding a sign with Sterling Construction printed on it.

“Hi, I’m Cameron Allen, and this is Mac Caldwell. Are you from HRTV?”

“Yup.” He glanced between the two of us, and the bit of mouth I could see through his heavy beard appeared to frown. “I thought Cameron was a boy’s name.” He peered at Cameron, running his eyes up and down her body. I didn’t like the way his frown turned into more of a leer. “You’re not a boy.”

I took a step forward, ready to punch him, but Cameron elbowed her way in front of me.

With more politeness than I was feeling, she grinned. “Well, sir, I congratulate you on your astuteness. I assure you I’m Cameron, owner of Sterling Construction. And my partner and I are here to compete onRenovation Station.”

With a final glance at her boobs, he shrugged. “Whatever.” He turned, leaving us to quickly grab our bags and follow behind.

“Ass. Hope he doesn’t represent the rest of the team,” I muttered.

“I’m sure he doesn’t. He’s probably not even part of the team, just a hired driver. HRTV is used to dealing with women who work in this field.” She squared her shoulders and quickened her steps.

“Whatever.”

I followed behind, forcing myself to keep my eyes on the guy ahead rather than the cute sway of her ass. Was it just me, or did her jeans mold to her ass as if they were cut just for her? How could she have been comfortable wearing them on the plane? And her shirt. Did she not realize how it showcased what a nice set of boobs she had? No wonder the cowboy dude stared. It was white and just thin enough to show that she wore a lacy bra underneath.

It was going to be a long month and a half, but if it was what it took to help Trey, it would be worth every cold shower I’d have to endure.

Our driver stopped in front of a row of chairs where two men were seated facing each other. The one facing me was talking to the other, his hands flying everywhere and his facial expressions just as animated. He paused when he saw our driver, then looked past him to us.

“Oh, good. You’re here!” He jumped up from his seat. “I’m Mitch, and this is Myles. It’s so nice to meet you. Where did you fly in from? We’re from California. I’ve never been to Colorado before, but God, don’t you just love all the greenery already? Can’t you—”

“Mitch. Breathe,” his partner said and held out his hand. “Sorry, he’s just a little excited. I’d like to say it’s just about this contest, but honestly, he’s always like he just drank an entire pot of espresso.”

While I was still reeling from the initial introduction, Cam held out her hand with a huge smile. “It’s lovely to meet you both. I’m Cam, and this guy,”—she jerked a thumb in my direction—“is Mac. And don’t worry. His quietness will balance Mr. Espresso here.”

I shook their hands. “Are you with the crew?”

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