Page 34 of Force of Nature

“I’m sure,” he said. “I miss it.”

“Me, too.” I smiled. “Should we hit up Mr. Bubbles?”

“Of course. And I look forward to seeing what they’ve done with the fire tower.”

I glanced up from my plate at the unmistakable change in his tone. We both knew what would happen if we spent the night in the tower. The heat in his gaze made me press my thighs together.

“Looks like they put in some real beds,” I said. “Might be fun to break them in.”

“Before or after I edge the fuck out of you all the way up the stairs?”

I bit my bottom lip, my hunger morphing into a craving that had nothing to do with food. My dad must have seen that look in my eyes because he chuckled and pointed his fork at my plate.

“None of that until after dinner,” he said.

“Fine, Dad,” I mumbled. Even as I continued to eat, I couldn’t resist scrolling through the fire tower’s booking information.

Yellowstone National Park, here we come.

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