Page 90 of One Little Mistake
“We’re going to go get Rylan settled at the Wagon Wheel. GG is still down there checking people in, right?”
“Yeah, she’s staying down there so we can work around the clock on the lodge,” I tell him.
“Sweet.” Colton raises his fist to his brother before yelling, “Welcome to the chaos.” Then he dive bombs me for one of their annoyingly good hugs.
“It was nice to meet you,” Rylan says on their way out.
“You too,” I mumble.
“What’s the face for?” Easton asks.
“Nothing. How well do you know that girl?”
“Jealous?”
“Hardly. But something’s off, and I can’t figure out what.”
“Nah, she and Colty have been besties since they were toddlers. She’s good people.”
“Humph.”
“So, do you want to hear the news or what?”
“What news?” I hate to admit how freaking sexy he looks when he’s excited like this.
“Halton figured out a loophole to ensure the mountain stays with the Heart women, but we have to move fast.”
For the next twenty minutes, Easton explains how we have to pour foundations for ten future buildings. They all have to crisscross the backside of the mountain, eating up all the acreage so the town can’t develop it.
“It won’t get rid of Macomb, but it will at the very least buy us some time,” he explains. “Why don’t you look happy?”
“I’m thinking, Easton. This is my thinking face,” I grumble.
“It’s also your don’t fuck with me face. So tell me, what’s making you scrunch up that cute, little nose of yours?”
Ugh. Cute little nose? What is wrong with this man?
“I hate to burst your bubble, but it’s still early spring. In Vermont.”
He stares at me like I’m speaking Mandarin.
“Thaaat means,” I stretch out the words, “that the mountain has constant rivers running down it as the snow melts. I don’t know a lot about building anything, but I’m pretty sure you can’t pour a foundation in mud.”
Easton squints, furrowing his brow and chewing on his bottom lip as he takes in what I just said. It’s truly unfair how blessed in the gene department these men are. I need to stop staring, but my heart rate accelerates when he’s this close, and I’m like a dog in heat.
He’s wearing a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and fuck me. I’ve never understood arm porn before, but I could stare at his corded ones all day. I’m licking my lips when I realize he caught me staring.
“See something you like, Locket?”
Yes. Yes, I did.
“Umm. I. Well …”
Like a lion stalking its prey, Easton moves with grace toward me. I’m frozen to the spot, unable to take my eyes off of his broad chest. I hope he doesn’t expect an answer because my mouth is as dry as the Sahara, and my heart is attempting an escape.
“What are you thinking about, Locket?”
Swallowing, I shake my head. Words are too much effort right now.
