“Oh, please.” Molly heaves a large sigh. “Burn that damn handbook, I beg of you. Sex between two consenting adults is not illegal. And that boss of yours breaks every rule in the book with the way he treats you and the hours he cons out of you.”
“Mol, that’s not the point.”
“I’m looking up Lovelake now on my laptop.” I can hear her typing. “It’s got six thousand residents. That’s about the same size as Climax.”
“Huh.”
“Did you drive down Main Street yet?”
“No. I don’t think so, at least. We could barely see where we were going with this storm.”
“Very cute. Much cuter than Climax. Lots of little shops—wait, is that a bakery of some kind? I think it is, but I can’t quite zoom in close enough to tell…”
“Mol, I really need to go.”
“By the way, you told me about Cam’s famous brother, but you didn’t tell me his cousins are famous too.”
“Two of them play football.”
“You know how I love football!” she says. “Dylan and Colton Wild are his relations?”
I burst out laughing. “Yes, they’re hisrelations. And they’re also his best friends. Cam went to the Super Bowl to watch the year the Cougars won.”
Molly shrieks.
“If you two meet, you can ask him about it,” I say.
“I’m not going to mention it to him, not unless it comes up naturally. That would be so rude. But remember to fill me in when you get back here tomorrow. You know, on all the sex you two had.”
“Shut up.”
Once Cam and I are inside the room, I sink down on my comfortable bed and debate how to broach the subject of sleeping; specifically, my concern that I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep now that he’s going to be next to me all night long.
The room is beautiful. It’s low-lit with a huge television across from the beds, and both beds have thick, cream duvets. A huge painting of the Minnesota plains hangs on one wall, and another painting features galloping wild horses.
My gaze flicks over to Cam. Our eyes catch, and he licks his lip in this really distracting way. I can’t stop looking at his mouth. God, he has the most gorgeous teeth—I bet they’d be great at nibbling my…
“It’s supposed to stop snowing tonight,” Cam says, breaking the awkward silence that’s settled over the room.
“That’ll be good.” I stand up abruptly. “It’s late. I think I’ll get ready to turn in.”
“Not yet.” His mouth turns up in a mischievous smile. “The lady at the front desk said the resort has an indoor skating rink. With alcoholic beverages.”
“Like spiked hot cider?”
He stands up. “Exactly like that.”
His gaze is so intense it’s unnerving. “I don’t know. The rink will be cold.”
“So? I’ll keep you warm.” He winks at me.
He reaches out his hand, and I stop overthinking everything for once. I grab my coat, and we walk down the long hallway to the elevator. An empty car is waiting, and we take it down to the lobby level.
The ice-skating rink is enormous with miniature pine trees placed all around the outside.
“This is so pretty,” I say as I look around.
We take seats at one of the many little café-style tables that sit next to the rink, and Cam goes up to the bar to order us drinks.
