“A gazillion and one?”
“You’ve got it.” Then he was kissing me, his tongue sliding inside my mouth as he guided himself inside me. I was sore, but it was a delicious soreness. He eased inside, conscious of that fact and I fell in love him just a little bit more.
Then a car door slammed outside and we both froze.
“You expecting someone?” I asked.
“No.” Thorne lifted his head, listening.
“Thorne,” Kate’s voice carried through the cabin. “I brought coffee and pastries. And I want to hear all about married life.”
We stared at each other in horror.
“She has a key,” Thorne said.
“Why does she have a key?”
“She’s my sister. She insisted. For emergencies.”
I shoved at his chest. “Get off me. Get dressed. Do something.”
He rolled off the bed, grabbing his sweatpants from the floor. I looked around frantically for some clothes—any clothes. My eyes landed on his flannel shirt lying in a heap by the bed. I grabbed it like a life line.
“Thorne? Where are you?” Kate’s footsteps sounded in the living room.
“Be right there,” Thorne yelled, yanking on his sweatpants.
The footsteps stopped. “Oh my God. Did I interrupt something?”
“No,” we both shouted.
“That was very synchronized for two people who weren’t doing anything.”
“Give us two minutes,” Thorne called out.
“Take your time. I’ll just make myself at home.”
Thorne stopped me with a hand on my arm. “Stay here. I’ll handle her.”
“Like hell. She’s going to grill you.” I found a pair of jeans and pulled them on.
“She’s going to grill both of us. At least if you stay here—”
“Nope. We’re a team now. We face your terrifying sister together.”
He looked at me for a long moment, then pulled me in for a quick, hard kiss. “You’re brave.”
“I’m an idiot. There’s a difference.”
We crept down the hallway like teenagers sneaking in after curfew. Kate stood in the kitchen, grinning like Christmas had come early.
“Well, well, well,” she said. “Look what we have here.”
“Kate,” Thorne warned.
“What? I’m happy for you. This is great.” She pulled out her phone. “Maybe I need to apply to be an in-house matchmaker forMountain Mates.”
“Don’t you dare.”
