"Blanket's not that thick," he said.
"I'll survive."
His eyes dropped to my mouth. Came back up.
"You're going to be cold," he said.
"Then you'd better keep me warm."
He kissed me again, slower this time, his hand sliding into my hair. I swung my leg over his lap and his hands found my hips and pulled me in and I felt him already half-hard through his jeans, which did the usual things to me.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi." His hands moved under my jacket, under my shirt, warm against my lower back. I sucked in a breath at the contrast—his hands hot, the air cold, the sun on my face and his mouth at my throat.
"Don't leave marks," I managed.
"I'll try." He didn't sound particularly committed to it.
"Sawyer—"
"I said I'll try."
I laughed into his hair and he pulled me tighter and for a minute we just stayed there, me in his lap, his face against my neck, both of us breathing. Below us the creek ran fast over the limestone. Above us the sky was that particular winter blue, thin and clear and going on forever.
Then his hands moved.
"Oh," I said.
"Okay?" he said against my throat.
"Very okay." I rocked into him. "Don't stop."
He didn't stop.
The blanket was, in fact, not that thick.
I didn't notice until after.
ELEVEN
Sawyer
I was falling in love with Daniela Morales…and she wasn't even mine.
I sat at the little picnic table outside my camper, two cups of coffee on the table, waiting for Forrest. Most mornings Daniela would be inside, humming to herself, getting ready…or she would be spoiling Bishop, or going to the house to see Millie and Bea and baby Blaise.
Since she'd arrived here, she’d become a fixture.
But now the shoot was going to start…and I was going to have to let her go.
We'd never agreed to anything more than being together while she was here, and here wasn't forever. The table read for her new movie, The Far Meridian, was this week. She'd been in Austin for four days, meeting the cast, working.
They'd been the longest four days of my life.
Damn it…damn it.Yeah. I was definitely in love.
I caught sight of Forrest walking through the morning mist, hands in his pockets, and I waved to him. He waved back. Bishop came over from the far side of the paddock, but immediately lost interest when he realized it wasn't Daniela coming home.
