Page 4 of Assembling with the Mountain Man

The handsome mountainmade my heart race in a way I’d never experienced before.

He came out of nowhere like a hero waiting to jump into action, ready to rescue a crying stuck in the mud city girl.

I didn’t even know his name, and yet I wanted to know everything about him.

My car inched slightly forward as he slammed on the gas in his truck, mud flying in the air behind his large tires and splatting on my windshield. The car rocked back and forth and soon his truck was no longer moving, his back wheels spinning.

Oh fuck. He was stuck too!

My stomach fell to my feet as I watched him walk back over to me, a concerned look on his face. When he reached my window, I rolled it down, water and mud trickling down the sides of his head, yet my attraction for him didn’t waver in the slightest.

“Now I’m stuck. The mud is a lot deeper than I expected. I called for a tow, but we might have to wait it out a bit. With only a few tow trucks around here, storms can really back things up.”

“Okay. I’ll wait right here.” I tried to joke about the shitty situation we were in and thankfully, he chuckled. “I’m Chevelle, by the way.”

“Lucian. Nice to meet you, Chevelle. I can keep you company if you’d like.” He grinned and, holy shit, he grew ten times hotter.

Say no to a sexy mountain man? I think not!

“That would be nice, thanks.”

A flash of lightning lit up the sky, followed by a loud boom of thunder. I jumped and immediately my cheeks flushed. Dammit, I was like a little girl with a crush around him. Was this what it was like when Leighton first met Cash? I’d have to ask her.

“Man, it’s only getting worse. I gotta grab my phone. One second.” Lucian sprinted back to his truck and before I could blink, he was standing outside my passenger door.

I hit the unlock button, and he climbed inside with his phone, a towel, and a t-shirt. What did this dude have in his truck? A closet or something?

Lucian towel dried himself off, starting with his hair and face and down over his arms before peeling off his wet t-shirt.

My mind short-circuited as I took in his sleek, muscular form. He really was too good to be true. Who the hell was breeding these men around here?

He caught me blatantly drooling, no staring at his hot bod and my cheeks flamed even hotter. I must look like a damn tomato.

Lucian shot me a wink as he wiped down his chest and abs, his shoulders, arms, and back. My knees felt weak, though I was still sitting. The effect he had on me was crazy.

I couldn’t believe it, didn’t believe it.

“Sorry. I can’t stand sitting in wet clothes.” Lucian informed me as he slipped his t-shirt back on. He tossed the towel and shirt down at his feet. “I could’ve changed in my truck, but then I would’ve gotten soaked again.”

“Oh, it’s totally okay with me. I mean, if you want to go shirtless, that’s okay, too.” I rambled and then promptly clamped my mouth shut.

Lucian laughed, and I loved the sound, wanting to hear it again and again. “Okay, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll go topless, if you do.” A wolfish grin spread across his handsome face.

“Nice try,” I quipped. “But that at least takes a date or two.”

“I think I could manage that.”

“Are you asking me on a date?”

“Maybe. Would you say yes?”

“Maybe.”

“You’re cute. And sassy.”

“Guess it’s just that city sass.”

“What’s a city girl doing in this small town, anyway?”

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