Page 8 of Don't Make Me Fall
“Good luck with that.”
“No one can say no to a cupcake from the Cinnamon Creek Bakery. It’s actually against the law here.”
Winnie offers me a bright smile, sliding the coupon for the outfitter store closer to me until I finally take it. “He’s not lying.”
“Guess I better find myself a pair of hiking shoes.”
“Alanna?” Reid says.
“Yeah?”
“I know it’s hard, but maybe try leaving your phone behind?”
“That’s not hard,” I lie.
“It’s practically super glued to your person at all times,” he points out.
“But I might want to take pictures.” Never mind that the group agreed not to post a single photo until we were on the flight home Sunday. We don’t want anyone tipping off the cheating couple with our whereabouts.
Reid shakes his head as he starts to walk off. “Just try to enjoy yourself, Sis. Cinnamon Creek is a beautiful place, but you have to pay attention to notice it.”
I stare after him, letting his words sink in.
“You’re all booked,” Winnie announces. “Your ride will be here at three to pick you up.”
Chapter Four
Hudson
I fight a yawn as I pull into the parking lot of the lodge, already wishing I’d packed a second thermos of coffee. I’ll need the caffeine to survive another group of selfie-loving tourists on this hike considering I didn’t sleep a fucking wink last night.
I blame the curvy bombshell.
After she retreated into the lodge, I did my best to avoid running into her again. I barely made it out of her lodge room after dropping off her luggage before she burst into it, no doubt in search of that fucking phone charger cord.
The fantasy of being caught inside her bedroom when she came looking for that cord is the one that kept me awake.
In my lusty daydream that’s been on repeat since late last night, she’s always upset at first, demanding to know why I was in her room. Then she sees the purple suitcase, and her suspicion turns to gratitude. She pulls her sweatshirt over her head, revealing that there never really was anything underneathit, innocently claiming she needs to change into something more comfortable now that she has her suitcase.
My dick begins to harden, despite my best attempts to keep the fucker down.
This isnotthe time to play out the full fantasy that robbed me of sleep. I have a job to do. Not that my cock seems to give a shit about that.
I’ve been interested in a woman before.
But I’ve never feltthisway about one. This lustful. This…possessive.
If I had any fucking idea what to do about that, I couldn’t on it act anyway. It’s just my luck that she’s Reid’s sister.
Hopefully, spending some time in nature—even with tourists who might not fully appreciate it—will help me reset my fucking brain so I’m thinking with the right head the next time I run into her. The last thing I need isanywoman complicating my perfectly comfortable life right now, let alone the one who’s completely off limits and headed back to her city life in a couple of days.
Just as I cut the ignition, a text comes through from Winnie informing me that the four guests on my itinerary have turned into only one on account of a food poisoning incident.
Part of me hopes the single guest standing will cancel as well. I could go back to bed right fucking now and sleep until morning. I’mthattired. But the lodge needs every dollar we can scrounge up before winter, so I don’t ask Winnie to reschedule them.
I reply, letting her know that I’ll be taking my own truck up the mountain. This way, I don’t have to move all my gear to the van I despise driving. It’s a small win, but I’ll take it.
Winnie: I’ll send her out to you now.
