Page 13 of When We Breathe
“You’re kidding.” I laugh when he narrows his eyes at me. “Day by day, remember?”
We watch as Alex comes bouncing down the stairs.
“Fuck,” Adam murmurs, and I nod in total agreement.
Because fuck, she’s the most beautiful thing.
She’s in short denim shorts that barely cover her ass, showing off legs that were wrapped around my waist perfectly only hours ago as I pushed inside her tight, wet pussy. A loose green tank top shows off plenty of skin, and her dark hair is piled on top of her head, with stray tendrils flowing down her perfect neck.
Her little feet are in black flip-flops, her pretty blue eyes hidden behind sunglasses, and she has a red duffel bag slung over her shoulder.
We both push out of the car, and I feel my gut clench when Alex smiles at us and Adam takes the bag from her shoulder.
“I’m an over-packer.” She shrugs. “You never know what you might need.”
“Nothing wrong with that.” I drag my fingertips down her sweet face, then open her door for her, and she smiles up at me before sitting in her seat. Adam stows her bag in the back, and within minutes, we’re headed out of Bitterroot Valley.
“So how did you know that blueberry pancakes are my favorite?” she asks Adam. “Because yours might be the best I’ve ever had.”
“Lucky guess,” he says.
“Your kitchen is a dream,” she replies. “I love to cook.I have my mom’s recipe box, and I like to try her recipes. I haven’t had time to cook much lately, though.”
“I like to cook, too,” Adam says and brings her hand to his lips.
“Where is the boat?” Alex asks with a frown. “And why isn’t the boat with us?”
“I have a slip for it in the summer,” Adam replies and kisses her hand again, making me grin. He might be broody, but he wants to touch her as much as I do. “Makes it easier.”
“Where?” she asks again. “Like, which lake?”
“Seymour Lake, on the other side of Silver Springs,” I reply.
“Isn’t that an exclusive lake?” she asks with a frown. “There’s a resort there, I know that, but I heard that you have to own property on the lake in order to use it.”
“That’s right,” Adam says and shoots her a smile. “You’ll love it.”
“Okay then,” she whispers.
“What do you do, Alex?” I ask her, changing the subject.
“Oh, I work for theBitterroot Valley News,” she says as she turns to smile at me. “I’m a reporter. Mostly work from home, which is really nice. People get on my nerves, so I don’t have to play nice in an office.”
“You live and work up there in your apartment?” I ask her.
“Yeah, it’s perfectly located. Right in the heart of town, so I can get to any scene fast.”
“It doesn’t look that big,” Adam says. “How many bedrooms is it?”
“Oh, just one. My office is my living room. However, I don’t watch TV, and I’m a workaholic, so it suits me just fine. I will say, though, that this is my first summer in that apartment, and I'm not excited about the heat wave this week. It already gets hot up there.”
“No AC?” Adam asks. Even though he’s keeping his voice even, I can hear the strain in it. He doesn’t want Alex to be uncomfortable.
“Nah. It’s an older home, and back in the day, AC wasn’t typical around here. I don’t think I’ve ever lived in a place with air-conditioning, now that I think about it.” She taps her lips with her finger, and Adam and I share a look in the rearview mirror. “Anyway, I’m a pro at opening windows at night to cool everything off and then closing them up before it gets too hot. It’s a writing cave. Nothing can be as bad as the house I grew up in, so it’s all good.”
“What kind of house did you grow up in, Princess?”
“I’d really love an iced coffee on the way,” she says, rather than answer the question. Adam and I share another look. “And I warned you that I’m a workaholic. I might have my laptop with me, in case we’re just floating along, and I have time to keep typing the project I’m currently working on.”
