This feels almost the same as if Emma would forgive me.
Like everything is right in the world with one of my best friends.
I shouldn’t feel that way, but I can’t help it.I like him.
“Are you more in danger at high elevations?” I ask.
“Not that I’m aware of.”
“So what’s not fine?”
He pauses.
Jitter whines and tries to roll over Grey’s feet, making him take another half step back and nearly tumble again. “Stress,” he finally says. “Standing up too fast. Not eating enough. Not hydrating enough.”
“Porcupines and powdered cheese?”
He actually laughs.
I am in so much trouble.
“Is it permanent?” I ask.
“This is trail conversation.”
“Have youeverbeen on a snowy trail?”
“I’m a beach bum, remember?”
Yep.
I’m doing it.
I’m giving in to the charm he’s laying down, and I’ll regret it, but this?
This is fun.
I want fun. I miss fun.
And orgasms.
Which arenoton the table here.
“Stay. Both of you. Anddo not move.Don’t even shift your weight. Understand?” I shove Jitter’s leash at him without waiting for an answer, then march back to my SUV in my snowshoes.
Lucky and Decker both regularly join me on hikes, and they both regularly forget their own snowshoes, so I keep spare spikes in my car. No extra gaiters to keep Grey’s jeans dry, but I have a backup set of hiking poles, so I grab those and a spare water bottle and return to the trailhead.
“Put these on,” I order the man.
He lifts his brows, then looks at me as he takes the strap-on cleats that’ll give him traction on the trail. “On…?”
“Your feet.”
“Don’t know if you’ve noticed, but my feet are a little larger than yours.”
“They’re my boyfriend’s.”
His eyes flare while he jerks his head to look at me.
