Page 50 of Being Bold
Before he could drop his hand, she grabbed onto it. “Bo,” she paused, afraid to say the words bouncing around in her chest.Don’t pull away again. Stay with me. Kiss me. Love me.
Love me?
Shit. She tried to backpedal in her head, but the word refused to be forgotten. How many seconds had passed? She still held Bo’s palm hostage, staring at him like an idiot. His eyes looked russet in the sunshine, glowing with gentle warmth. Almost as if . . . he’d heard the words, even if she couldn’t say them.
“Hey,” at Herc’s shout, she broke their stare-off, dropping her grip on Bo. “Duke called. He found us a place in Bozeman. I don’t know about you crazy kids, but I’m ready to reenter civilization.”
A shiver raced down her spine. Normally, she’d agree, but leaving the safety of Bo’s cabin put her on edge. She still felt like she had a giant target painted on her back.
“Yeah,” he answered Herc. “We should get moving.”
Without a word, she trudged back to the house. Once inside, she headed for the bathroom to pack her bag of the few meager belongings she had with her.
With her shampoo and clothes shoved in the duffel, she was about to call it good, but stopped. On impulse, she opened the cabinet and snatched the box of condoms. If she and Bo got to finish what they’d started . . . she wanted to be prepared.
Hope springs eternal.
With a roll of her eyes, she stashed them in her bag. The guys were waiting for her when she entered the main living area.
“Ready?” Bo asked.
“Yes.” Despite her answer, she gave the cabin a last fond once-over. The thought of never coming back left her with an ache in her chest. Like a fissure had opened in her heart.
Rubbing at the spot, she followed them out the door. Weird that she’d become so attached to it in such a short time. Butthen, she’d done the same with Bo. The cabin was a little like him—isolated, but it was warm and comforting once you made your way inside.
Smiling a little at the thought, she followed Bo to his snowmobile. Now more familiar with the machine, she climbed on while he checked the gas.
Herc and Romeo had split off. Shielding her eyes from sun’s glare on the snow, she saw the other snowmobile parked across the stream, cutting down the valley. She hadn’t noticed the machine before now. “Is that how they got here?”
Bo glanced up, and she pointed toward the other sled. He shook his head. “They parachuted in and dropped that from the helo.”
Seriously? Wow.She knew her eyes widened as she looked at Bo. She must’ve been tired if she’d managed to sleep through all that.
“I’m driving,” Herc’s statement floated across the frozen creek to her.
She heard Romeo snicker and turned to see him going toe-to-toe with Herc. Their size difference was almost comical as he sneered up at the blond. “Sorry, gordo, but I’m driving.”
Herc propped his hands on his hips. “The hell you are.”
“Oye, you pinche gordo cabrón—
“Insulting me in Spanish isn’t any less cruel, Casanova.” Herc clasped a hand over his chest as if wounded. The feigned hurt on his face nearly made her chuckle.
“Are they always like this?” she asked Bo.
“Yep.”
Romeo climbed on the sled, staking his claim. “Well, if you weren’t so damn heavy, we could’ve brought two.”
Herc scoffed. “Not my fault muscle weighs more.”
Romeo grinned and started the engine. “Either way, you need to suck it up, perra, because this baby’s mine.”
She was thoroughly entertained, but Bo had apparently had enough. Sighing, he scrubbed at his beard and called, “Can you assholes stop arguing like old women and get a move on?”
“Oh great, now you’ve made Dad mad.” Though Herc spoke to Romeo, he glanced in their direction.
Selene couldn’t help but laugh, especially when Bo’s response was a scowl and a grunt of disapproval.
