Page 27 of The 7 Rules of Moving On
“If you’re going to help me market this place—”
“I’m not entirely sure your wingman performance so far merits a free jingle.”
His smile fell slowly into this exaggerated frown, his lower lip sticking out over his beard.
She splashed his face. “Never make that expression again. It’s not fair.” It was too cute.Hewas too cute.
Especially when he said things like, “Well, there’s nothing about you that’s fair, so...”
She splashed him again, but only so she didn’t accidentally grab his face and kiss him.
He wasn’t the only one fighting feelings. She was finding it nearly impossible to deny how much she wanted him to be her man this weekend too. She wanted to kiss him and cuddle him and fuck him. But as hard as she’d managed to screw her life up over the last two years, she was at least trying to do this one thing right. And not fucking Trig was that one thing. Following the rules, something that had always kept her life in order whenever it was trying to fall apart, was that one thing.
“Anyway,” he said after wiping the water out of his eyes, “if you’rehopefullystill going to help me market this place, you need to see one of our prime features for yourself.”
She looked around, seeing mountains and water and Trig. There was no doubt he was one of Mystic’s prime features, but she didn’t think that was what he was getting at. “What is it?”
“Close your eyes.”
“You aren’t going to pants me or something, are you?”
“What?” He barked a laugh. “I hadn’t even thought of that, sicko.”
“All right, all right.” She closed her eyes. “Now what?”
Water swirled around her legs as he swam in front of her. “Hold on to my shoulders.”
Maybe it was the water, but when she slid her hands over his shoulders, she didn’t think she’d ever touched softer skin. Or more toned muscles.
“Keep your eyes closed until I say, okay?”
She nodded against his shoulder. And then he started swimming, bringing her body closer to his, her breasts pressing against his back.
“We’re almost there.”
She felt his words rumble over her chest.
When he stopped, he took her hand, setting it on one of the pool’s stone walls.
“You can open your eyes now. Look up.”
“Whoa.” She had no idea how she hadn’t noticed them yet, but there they were, intensely bright rivulets of green and red light shimmering over the mountains. “Are those?”
“The northern lights.”
“I’ve never seen them before. I’ve always wanted to.”
“We get them every once in a while. But there’s something special about this pool, this spot in fact, that makes them brighter than anywhere else in town. My grandparents always said that this place had magic, and the first time I saw the northern lights from this spot was the first time I believed them.”
“They’re gorgeous,” she whispered, watching the lights dance and flicker, fading in and out like paint spilling across the sky. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Neither have I.”
When she turned away from the lights, she realized he wasn’t looking at the sky. He was looking at her.
“Or maybe I have,” he said, his brows knitting together, his head tilting.
“What is it?”
