Page 106 of Our Lips Are Sealed
The drive to the cabin took all day, and Evie’s impatience hit within the first hour. “I thought the cabin was close to Josie.”
“No, you assumed it.”
Frustrated, Evie sighed. “Since we have time, tell me what happened with the article.”
“I thought we agreed not to talk about it until we got home.”
She turned in her seat. “You found out who the source was, didn’t you?”
Samuel’s eyes cut to her, and he gave in. “Claudia.”
Everything in Evie went silent, her hatred for Claudia sucking all the happiness these past few days had brought. “Are you kidding me?”
“Calm down.”
“I am calm,” she bristled. “What did you say to her?”
“We’re having a good time, and talking about Claudia will ruin it.”
“At least tell me how you got the article removed.”
“Oh, that was easy,” he said. “We called the publisher and explained that their source was facing an internal investigation over the mismanagement of company funds. We also said that we’re considering legal action against her and them for printing her lies.”
“Are you?”
“We are now. Dad has a meeting with Trevor this week to discuss Claudia’s options.”
“What options?”
Samuel shook his head, turning on the radio. “Let’s talk about something else.”
“Fine,” she huffed. “How many women have you brought up here?”
“Zero.” His hand found its way to her thigh, sliding higher to tease. “And you might want to prepare yourself for the tour I have planned. It features every flat surface the cabin has to offer.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Her cabin tour took two days, and by the end of it, Evie couldn’t decide if she liked the dining room table or the pool table the best. But there was also the jacuzzi outside on the balcony.
Being this far from civilization allowed them to utilize not only the home’s exterior spaces, but also the surrounding fields and meadows. Evie soon developed a newfound appreciation for being out in nature and a good ole’ fashioned picnic.
On their third day, she cuddled up with Samuel on the couch after breakfast. “This is nice.”
“Coming here was an excellent idea.” He pulled her into his lap. “You’re a genius.”
Evie shifted her legs to straddle him. “You’re only saying that because this is the first time we’ve put clothes on since arriving.”
“That might be true, but I’m glad we’re here.”
“Me, too.”
She went in for a kiss, but the closer she came, the redder his neck turned. Pausing, Evie’s gaze darted between his face, and the burnt splotches growing larger by the second.
“What’s wrong?”
He turned serious, not meeting her eyes. “Nothing.”
“Bullshit.” She thumped his chest. “You’re lying.”
