When they got to the lookout point, he pulled over and gestured for them to park their ATVs. Cam was so acutely aware of every move Moira made as she turned off her ATV, dismounted and stretched. While he unloaded the blanket and brunch from the storage on his four-wheeler, Moira meandered up the trail a ways while Birdie and Lance chattered happily and stared out over the pine tree dotted canyon.
He settled the blanket onto the huge flat boulder he’d brought on a hundred other tours and set up the food. When Lance and Birdie were all settled and snacking, Cam looked up the trail to see Moira sitting on a snow-covered boulder, one knee drawn up and her neck craned. Her eyes were thoughtfulon the view. If he had his camera, he would’ve tried to sneak a picture. Fuck, she was pretty.
He grabbed a bottle of sparkling grape juice and a container of poached salmon and tomato bagels he’d picked up from a café down the road early this morning.
“No,” she said blandly as he headed her way.
Without a word, he set the bottle of grape juice, a cup, and the food container next to her.
He turned and began walking away.
“What was her name?” she asked.
Cam halted, his eyes on the happy couple down the trail. “Sarah,” he said. He turned. “I haven’t said her name in a really long time.”
“How long is a long time?”
“Ten years.”
Even when she frowned, she was pretty. “Did you date after she cheated?”
“I fucked. Never dated though.”
She lifted her head in a thoughtful nod. “You boys can just do that.”
“Do what?” he asked, approaching her slowly so as not to startle her and get her hurling insults at him again.
“You can just sleep with women and feel nothing.”
A smile took his lips, and he gestured to the food. “I’m going to grab one of those for me. I’m starving.”
“Fine.”
He popped open the lid of the container and took one out. It was an everything bagel with salmon, tomato, dill and cream cheese and a bunch of seasonings that made it his favorite breakfast ever. The Woodpecker Inn had sprung for the best this week.
He handed it to her but didn’t make it a big deal. Just handed it over and reached for another one for him. And stoodbeside her rock, watching the scene below them. It always reminded him of a postcard here.
“How do you do it?” she asked after a few bites.
“Do what?”
“Just…sleep with girls and not feel anything.”
He shrugged. “I remember how much Sarah hurt me and it makes it easier not to get attached. Sometimes my animal needs the release. I need a good fuck and then I’m in better control for a while.”
“Mmm.” She took another bite and chewed thoughtfully. “I can’t trust like that again.”
“What was his name?”
“Erik.”
“How long ago?”
“Three years.”
His eyebrows arched up, but he tried to smooth out his face. “You haven’t slept with anyone in three years?”
She scoffed. “Five technically. He wasn’t really into me the last couple years we were together. He was into a waitress named Betty.”
