It was incredible.
“This is gorgeous,” she whispered.
The sound of the river was amplified, reverberating off the dense foliage. There were trees and bushes flourishing around each cabin, giving them a little nook of privacy even though they were positioned closely together.
Each one was small, rustic, and had a back deck that looked over the river.
“This is where I would stay,” she said.
“Is it?”
“Yes. The hotel is lovely. But I love this. It’s so private and…”
She turned to face him, and she saw heat flare in his eyes again.
She waited for him to say it.I’m your boss.
Waited for him to put up that guard rail between the two of them like he had done yesterday.
But he didn’t.
“Come on, I’ll show you the inside.”
They walked back up the trail and followed to where it wrapped around in front of Osprey, one of the cabins toward the end. He took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. She was held captive by the confident, masculine energy he gave off with everything he did. By how large his hands looked wrapped around the key.
Or maybe that was just a sign that she needed to do something about this. And quickly.
Because if you were lusting after the way a man unlocked the door, you were maybe somewhere several yards past sane.
Understandable, considering the situation she found herself in.
And what she had decided was that decorum was for other people.
Certainly not for her. Decorum was for people who hadn’t just had their entire lives implode around them.
Decorum, perhaps, was for the people who had reaped rewards from it. She certainly hadn’t. Oh, she had for a while. She’d been convinced that she had done it. That she had beaten the system. That she wasn’t just perpetuating the same kind of problems that she had grown up in.
But here she was, divorced. In spite of her best efforts. Here she was, starting again, even though what she had wanted to be doing now was moving into a more settled phase of her life.
So why not blow it up? Why not say to hell with everything? If her good behavior hadn’t been rewarded, maybe her bad behavior wouldn’t be punished.
Maybe that was faulty logic.
She didn’t care.
He pushed open the door, and she followed him into the cabin. It had one large room, with a bed in the corner, and a kitchenette. There were big picture windows that provided views of the river, and off to the left was a bathroom.
With a door that actually swung shut.
“I can’t even tell you how much I appreciate you not doing barn doors on the bathrooms.”
“I hate those,” he said. “They don’t give you any privacy.”
“I know,” she said.
The conversation had lifted some of the tension, but the moment silence fell, it descended again.
His eyes were intent on hers, and she was waiting. Waiting for him to do something. Waiting for him to move closer to her. Just waiting.
