Her first kiss. Her first orgasm. Her first everything.
And a whole lot more than that.
She hadn’t asked for more than a kiss. Not with her words, but I saw the need in her eyes. Mia is looking for a lot more than a first kiss. And I would be more than happy to give it all to her.
Except…I can’t.
It’s wrong. Even if Jamie never finds out, I don’t know how I’ll be able to live with myself, knowing I’ve deflowered his kid sister.
I set up another log and bring the axe down, harder this time because I know I’m lying to myself now. My best friend might be part of the decision process here, but he isn’t the real reason I need to keep my hands off Mia.
My entire body yearns for her in a way that spells trouble. If I give in, even a little bit, I know I’ll be ruined. I won’t want to let her go.
Ever.
And that isn’t an option.
Mia isn’t meant for a town like Rock Creek. She’s going to med school. No matter how strong our connection is, she’s never going to stay. And there’s no way I’m going to open myself up to that kind of loss.
I demolish another round of logs before I finally trust myself enough to return to the cabin.
I expect her to be in the living room or the kitchen, but the house is quiet. “Mia?” I call out, but when there’s no response or sound from the second floor, I take the stairs two at a time. A sinking feeling comes over me with every step I take.
I leave the bathroom for last, not wanting to risk it, but I know she’s gone before I open the door.
The wet towel is crumpled on the floor. Nothing but the lingering scent of her sweet perfume is left. She’s gone.
“Fuck.”
I slam my palm down on the counter and spin on my heel. I know exactly where she went. She’s gone back to town to get the kiss I wouldn’t give her.
Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.
Stupid, reckless girl.
I’m running down the stairs when my cell phone rings.
It’s Ma.
I answer the phone with a question: “Is she okay?”
“You knew she was here?”
“Not until ten seconds ago.” I grab my truck keys from the counter and head out the door, the phone still pressed to my ear. “Is she okay?”
Ma hesitates, and my blood pressure soars. “Well, she’s?—”
“I’ll be right there.” I end the call, tuck the phone in my pocket, and jump in the truck.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mia
Ialmost regret my impulsive decision from the second I set foot in the Den. Almost.
The atmosphere has changed from earlier in the day. For one, it’s way busier. Most of the patrons are men, which bodes well for my plan.
But it’s louder and rowdier. It feels rough and slightly scary.
