Page 206 of Prospector's Peak


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I leaned down and scooped her up. She stuck her head underneath my neck.

“Mildred says hi,” I said.

“So does Lottie. I miss you.”

“I miss you,” I said. “I’ll see you in a month for your wedding.”

“A month is too long,” Poet whined.

“I don’t want to have this conversation again,” I warned her. “We have it every time we talk.”

“Fine.”

“I better go. I have laundry to cycle.”

“Talk to you later,” Poet said.

We hung up and I sighed. I looked at Mildred. “You want to help?”

She nuzzled harder into my neck.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

I carried Mildred to the laundry room and set her down. She began to whine.

“Just give me a second,” I said to her.

I pulled the warm towels out of the dryer and put them in the laundry basket to fold. And while I was transferring thewet clothes to the dryer, Mildred took it upon herself to hop into the laundry basket full of toasty linens.

“You’re not supposed to be in there,” I said with a laugh, leaning down and booping her snoot.

I removed her from the laundry basket and then took it to the folding table. As I folded towels, I got lost in my head about Christmas time and being back in Huckleberry Hill.

I was so deep in my own world that I didn’t hear Mr. Carrington come into the laundry room still dressed in his ski gear.

“Oh!” I squeaked in surprise. “Hi.”

“Sorry,” he said with a smile. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“How were the slopes?”

“Crowded,” he said. He unzipped his ski pants and shucked them off, leaving him wearing nothing but his long underwear—and a stubby erection.

Alarm trumpeted in my head.

“Uh, I’m basically done here,” I said as I grabbed the laundry basket full of clean towels. “I’ll just get out of your way.”

“You don’t have to do that,” he said, his beady eyes tracking me.

“It’s fine,” I said, forcing a smile. “I promised Mildred a walk, so we should get to it before the temperature drops.”

He took a step toward me. “You want company?”

“I’m good.”

When I tried to move around him, he blocked my exit.

“My wife is having lunch at the lodge. She’s about a glass of white wine in right now.” His hand skimmed my arm.