Page 14 of Don't Want to Fall
“Color me intrigued.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, her gaze firmly locked on my mouth. Tempting me to capture those lips again. But the headlights flicker off, warning me we better head to the cabin before the wildlife gets too comfortable and comes closer. I’m not in the mood to fight off a pack of wolves tonight.
Devin tries to limp her way to the front of the truck, but I block her path before she gets too far. “I’m carrying you.”
“My ankle’s not broken.”
“So let’s keep it that way,” I insist. “I know this path better than you do.”
She glances around me, no doubt noting the dimly lit driveway full of ruts. “Fine. But for the record, I’m not some damsel in distress. I could get to the cabin on my own if I had to.”
“By what?” I scoop her into my arms, delighting in her intoxicating lavender scent as she slings an arm around the back of my neck. “Combat crawling?”
“You think I can’t?”
“I think you could do anything you set your mind to, baby.”
“You don’t really know me.”
She’s right. We met hardly more than twelve hours ago. She’s been pretty tight-lipped about her life. Anytime I’ve gotten close to learning something real about her, she finds a way to deflect or change the subject.
But after Bella nearly trampled her, I’m done pretending like this isn’t something.
I’m drawn to her, like a moth to a flame.
And if I had any doubts about her being drawn to me, that kiss erased them all.
She’s the one I’ve been waiting for.
And even if it means playing a little dirty, I’m determined to make her see that this spark between us isn’t just some short-term chemistry that’ll fizzle out when her vacation is over. It’s a spark potent enough to create a strong, blazing fire—for the rest of our lives.
Chapter Seven
Devin
“Your bath is ready,” Flynn says, opening the bathroom door and inviting me in at long last.
I’m surprised to find a spacious room with a clawfoot tub filled with bubbles. The skylight overhead casts a soft glow of moonlight smothered by the overcast sky. The main light is off, but half a dozen candles flicker with soft light.
“I have to admit, when you said this cabin had a bathtub, this was not what I was expecting.”
“What were you expecting?”
“I don’t know. A metal cattle trough?”
“That’s out back.”
“You’re making that up.”
“Grandpa likes to soak directly under the stars.”
“Where did all the bubbles and candles come from?”
“Grandma.”
“Thank her for me when you see her next.”
“Do you need anything else?” Flynn asks, moving toward the door.
