Page 9 of Don't Make Me Fall
Her.
Fucking great.
Just what I need. Some chatty female tourist.
Right as I finish clearing out the front seat, I hear a familiar voice behind me.
“You again?”
I freeze.
Even without turning around, I know who it is.
“I didn’t take you for the hiking type.”
“You don’t really know me, now do you?”
When I finally do turn around, my gaze catches on the same woman from last night. Only then, she was wearing flip-flops and bright purple shorts that revealed long, bare legs. Now she’s dressed in practical hiking boots with tight black leggings tucked into them. There’s even a backpack slung over her shoulder.
“You sure you want to go?” I ask, giving her an out. Mostly because her level of preparedness seems to make her hotter somehow.
“Why wouldn’t I want to go?” she asks, her tone on the edge of defensive.
I drop my gaze to the front straps of her backpack, tempted to use them to tug her against me so I can kiss that smart, sexy mouth of hers. A nagging voice whispers in the back of my mind that I’m a fucked man. I shove it down until it shuts up.
“It’s just you. Everyone else in the group canceled.”
“Oh.”
A muffled chime sounds from her pocket. Instead of checking her phone, she squeezes her eyes shut and takes a deep inhale. I try like hell not to watch those bountiful tits rise and fall, but fuck, I’m only a man.
“That important?” I ask.
“No. Not anymore.” Her eyes flutter open and she lifts her gaze to mine, and I’m struck once again by the startling natureof those amber orbs. A man could lose himself in those eyes and never find his way back. “I want to go.Please.”
“None of your other girlfriends wanted to join you?” I’m reaching here, but it’s my last line of defense. “Wait, they didn’t get food poisoning, did they?”
“What? No. They’re not coming. So can we just get going already?”
“You going to be this fun the whole time?”
“Only if you’re lucky.” Though her tone is flat and laced with sarcasm, it’s the sparkle in her eyes that warns me this is all a bad idea. She might pretend she’s annoyed by my every move, but it’s that look she flashes me when she climbs into my truck that warns me there is no maybe about this.
Iama fucked man when it comes to Alanna Grey.
Chapter Five
Alanna
My brother was right. Cinnamon Creekisa beautiful place. I can’t stop taking pictures along the trail. Autumn colors paint the sides of the mountains in yellows, oranges, and reds. The shades pop against the dark green evergreens and wisps of woven white clouds. The river below reflects the partly cloudy sky.
This place is like the setting for a Hallmark movie.
I steal a glance at Hudson.
A spicy Hallmark movie perhaps?
A wave of warmth rushes through me as I hide a smile behind my phone and focus on just how damn peaceful it is out here. So the man is hot enough to melt panties on the spot. Big deal.
