“You should check out by the ranch,” I remembered. “Murky Falls. They have rentals.”
“Probably sky high,” he muttered. “Isn’t that one of those resorts?”
“It’s getting there. You could go skiing.”
He grunted out a laugh. “Yeah, like I could ever stay upright on skis.”
“They have horses, too. A really gentle one named Susie.”
I didn’t bother to tell him that, despite being sweet, she scared easily. That day would stay between me, the horse, and Michael until I went to the grave.
“Not sure I’m much of a cowboy, either. But it might be worth a try. Now, where can I get a drink in this town?”
He grabbed the towel and held it out for me as I climbed out, shivering from the ice. “The Beaver and Boot is good.”
He shot me an odd look. “Do I want to know how a place comes up with a name like that?”
“I would imagine it has something to do with a beaver and a boot, but I’ve been wrong before.”
“Mind if I head out? I’ve got a hot date tonight with a woman named Georgia.”
The color drained from my face at his words. “Bennett?”
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
I shook my head, not ready to relive the experience yet. “Have fun.”
He waved me off as he headed out the door. I took my time taking a shower and getting cleaned up, doing my damned best not to think about going over to the bookshop and sneaking inside to see Cassidy.
I was going to have to find another way to see her that didn’t involve casually strolling around to the back door or slipping in when no one was on the street. But I hadn’t seen her in days, and I was itching for a release.
As much as I loved the fact that I could so easily sneak inside through the back door, I should probably have a talk with her about how unsafe that was.
But maybe not tonight.
Tonight, I just needed to get my hands on her.
11
CASSIDY
I laid across the desk,heaving as Sam draped himself across my body as if he didn’t weigh at least a hundred pounds more than me. If I had any brain cells left in my head, I would tell him that I needed air to breathe, but he’d somehow fucked those right out of me.
Lifting his head, he slid down my body, pulling my nipple into his mouth before releasing it with a bite. “Thanks, Cass.”
“Uh-huh,” I breathed, patting him on the shoulder. “Back atcha.”
Propping his elbow on my desk, he rested his chin in his hand as he grinned at me. “What’s wrong? Having trouble catching your breath?”
I held up two fingers, spaced just an inch apart.
Chuckling, he leaned forward and kissed me hard before finally releasing my body and allowing me to breathe properly. I sat up, hair disheveled and my clothes torn, then looked at him.
Sculpted body, a few scratches here and there from my nails, but his clothes were perfectly intact.
“How is that?”
“How’s what?” he asked as he pulled a hoodie over his head.
