Page 9 of Tempted By the Mountain Man
She’s sweaty, we both are, and all I can think about is getting sweaty with her in a different way.
“I’m going to take a shower and then I’ll help you make lunch,” she says as we walk into the cabin.
“Want me to join you? It would save water and time,” I say and she laughs, grinning as she heads toward the bathroom.
“Are you about to lose the bet, Amos?” she asks, and God, my name on her lips is the best sound that I’ve ever heard.
“No, not yet. It was just an offer.”
She laughs again, smiling at me as she closes the door in my face.
I sigh as I turn back to the empty living room and try not to picture Camden as I hear the water turn on next door.
I fail.
FIVE
Camden
By the timeI get out of the shower, the sunny day that we were just enjoying is starting to fade. The clouds have all darkened to a stormy gray and I can feel it in the air. It’s going to start raining soon.
As soon as I have the thought, light sprinkles start to ping against the glass windows.
“I’m glad that we got our hike in early,” Amos says, staring at the rain.
“Me too.”
I head into the kitchen and grab a can of soup that I brought with me. I think that I saw Amos putting away bread and some cheese yesterday and I turn to him as he grabs clean clothes out of his suitcase.
“Is soup and some grilled cheese alright with you?” I call out to him.
“Sounds perfect. I’ll be out in a minute.”
I watch him walk into the bathroom before I turn back to the stove and get started on lunch. Since he made breakfast, it only seems fair that I cook us lunch.
I’m setting the food down on the table when the bathroom door opens and Amos comes out, his hair still wet and dripping slightly on his white T-shirt. The sight has my mouth watering and I clear my throat, looking back to the food instead.
“Looks great.”
“Thanks. Dig in.”
I take a seat, glancing at him as he sits across from me.
“How are you still single?” I blurt out when I see him put a napkin on his lap.
He looks up at me sharply, seeming shocked by my question. I pick up my sandwich, shoving my grilled cheese into my mouth before I can say anything else.
“I just… never met anyone who I wanted.”
But now he has.
Luckily for me, my mouth is full so I can’t actually say that out loud.
“What about you?” he asks and I swallow.
“Yeah, it was the same for me.”
“Lucky for me,” he says quietly and I look down at my soup so that he can’t see the pleased look that I’m sure is on my face.
