Page 10 of Entranced in the Mountains
“Why can’t you do that here?” Tessa asks.
Mira rolls her eyes. “Because they want to be naked while they do it.”
“Can we just go?” Sloane says with a huff. “Thomas has to leave for work soon.”
“I guess I can eat in town,” Tessa says with her shoulders slumping. “I wish I had a fiancé to FaceTime naked with.”
That makes two of us.
“I just have to use the bathroom,” I say as my bladder sounds the alarm once again. “I’ll be right back.”
I saw the Town Hall building while I was on stage, so I run toward that instead of the porta-potties. There’s got to be a bathroom in there.
As I make my way across the crowded field, I look around for Mr. Hot Sheriff, but I don’t spot him.
Where did he go?
There’s no sign of him anywhere. Maybe if I start screaming ‘HELP’ at the top of my lungs, he’ll come running…
Pull it together, Ellie.
I shake that ridiculous thought out of my head and head into the building through a side door. There’s a few locked offices and bingo, a sign to the bathroom.
A few heavenly moments later, I’m washing up while trying to remember if I saw a wedding ring on the Sheriff’s big strong hand.
Maybe he’s single?I think as I dry my hands and open the door.Maybe he’s?—
“Oh shit!”
I walk right into Cooter. He’s blocking the doorway with a devious grin on his face.
Oh no…
I’m forced back into the bathroom as he walks in like he owns the place.
My stomach turns. This is not good.
“This is the women’s bathroom, Cooter.” The very empty, very secluded women’s bathroom.
My pulse starts racing as I look around for another exit. There isn’t one.
He gives me a sleazy grin, showing off that crooked gold tooth. Is that seriously supposed to impress anyone? That gold tooth isn’t fooling anyone when he’s wearing a sweat-stained trucker hat and a ripped T-shirt that smells like old fryer oil.
“Sweetheart,” he drawls, eyes crawling over me as he leans on the door. “You sure do look pretty when you’re playin’ that big ol’ harp.”
I want to be sick. “Leave me alone. You’re not allowed in here.”
“Aw, don’t be like that.” He pushes off the door, coming closer. “I just wanted a minute with ya. One-on-one. You an’ me.”
I step back toward the sinks, heart hammering. “You need to leave.”
He chuckles, a low creepy sound that makes my skin crawl. “Can’t a man pay a lady a compliment? You’re so uptight. Bet you’d be real sweet once you loosened up.”
“I’m not interested.” My voice comes out steadier than I feel. “Go. Now.”
He doesn’t go. He reaches out and grabs my arm, fingers digging in hard enough to sting. “Don’t be like that, sweetheart. You liked it when I was watchin’ you. I could tell.”
“No, I didn’t.” My heart spikes. “Let go of me.”
