He bit back a smile as she scooted over a little to let him sit near her. He liked her a little mean.
“Did you mean what you said?”
“Which part?” he asked, pulling another loaded bagel from the Styrofoam box.
“About the me being…you know…”
“Hot? Yeah. Look at yourself. Lean and lithe, probably like your cat is, perky little tits, great posture, great physique, and your bone structure. Phew.”
She glanced at him fast, and then back to the scenery. “I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to say all that to one of your customers.”
“You are absolutely right.” He got quiet and chewed away.
“Do you say that kind of stuff to a lot of customers?” she asked. “Not that I care. I imagine you sleep with every girl who comes on your tours.”
“I sleep with zero people who come on my tours. It’s mostly families, and couples and even if they are singles, they are human. I’m not into boning humans.”
“Why not?”
“Because I would break them. Don’t move,” he said, glancing behind her. “There’s a little field mouse.”
The shriek Moira shrieked echoed across the entire mountains.
She bolted upward but Cam told her, “Just kidding!”
She was standing now and shook out her entire body, making a disgusted sound. “I can’t do it. I can’t do the rodents.”
He was laughing in earnest now.
“That’s mean! You…you…fucking brussels sprout!”
At the lame insult, he leaned back with his laugh, and she shoved him so hard, he kept going and fell right off the boulder.
His abs hurt with laughing, and by the time she pelted him in the face with a snowball, he was practically wheezing. God, he hadn’t laughed this hard in so long. The look of terror on her face when she’d thought there was a mouse. She was a cat! She didn’t make any sense at all.
Moira tried not to, but he saw it. He witnessed it. Her full lips formed into a smile that damn-near took his breath away. It was a flash of a smile and then she reconstructed her face to that of seriousness.
“I saw that,” he said around his chuckling.
“I hate you,” she gritted out, settling back down onto the boulder to finish eating her breakfast.
He got up and dusted snow off his pants, then poured her a glass of sparkling grape juice. For him, he drank it out of the bottle.
“You are the worst tour guide ever.”
“Only on this tour. Usually, I’m professional. This has been a weird morning.”
“Yeah, well the sucky faces are doing their sucky face thing.”
He glanced over at Birdie and Lance, who were in fact hugging and kissing. Good for them.
“You don’t like public displays of affection?”
“Barf. No. Besides, they barely know each other. They just met on this UnValentine’s Day week. We’re all supposed to be here not being romantic. This is the second excursion they have showed up on.”
“What was the other?”
“Horseback riding.”
