Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
The closet in the bedroom is a nice size though it’s still filled with some of his things. Two suits, a collection of neckties, and dress shoes. Somehow it doesn’t surprise me that when Amos moved to his cabin, he left all his formal wear behind.
My phone dings with a message.
It’s a text from Jamie. I know he means well but my older brother tends to smother me. It’s part of the reason I wanted to move to the town where Amos is. It’s far away from my brother but he’s less likely to control my life if he thinks his best friend is watching out for me. At least, that’s what I hope.
There’s a knock on the open door and I look up to see Amos standing there. “What do you think?” He asks of the place.
I give him a nod and fight a grin. “It’ll do.”
He shoves his hands in the pockets of his blue jeans and leans against the doorjamb. The pose looks casual, but I know him. He’s studying me. Amos has a brain that never stops working, never stops processing his environment. He’s always paying attention to the slightest detail. I guess when you’re a sniper, that ability can save your life.
But it just unnerves me when he turns that blue gaze on me. Gesturing around the empty space, I ask, “Want to go with me to the furniture shop so I can get a couch and maybe a coffee table?”
Ahh, shit. It sounds like I’m inviting him to pick out furniture with me. Shaking my head, I quickly explain, “You have a truck, and I don’t. It would be kind of awesome if you would help me out.”
His impassive expression gives nothing away. “The roads have already been shut down. We’re not going anywhere for a while.”
“So, we’re just stuck here? Alone?” For a moment, I imagine spending the entire snowstorm in that big cozy bed with Amos. I lick my suddenly dry lips. “For how long?”
His eyes track the movement of my tongue. “A few days if we’re lucky. Couple of weeks if we’re not,” he answers. “Don’t worry. I have the supplies for us to hunker down for a while. You’ll be safe and dry.”
I don’t want to be safe and dry. I want to be dirty and wet with this man pressing his body to mine. I want him to take me against the nearest wall because he just can’t keep his hands off of me for a moment longer.
“What do you normally do during a snowstorm?” I ask, glancing up when the power flickers. I hope he doesn’t tell me that he usually spends it with his girlfriend. Why isn’t he on social media like a normal person so I can stalk him?
He grunts. “I stay busy.”
Is that code for make out with his girlfriend? Why am I so obsessed with this? It’s got to be the idea of all that snow. It’s making me feel claustrophobic and out of sorts. That’s all this is.
I just need a distraction. As soon as I think it, my eyes stray to his full lips. Dammit, does he always have to look so sexy?
“Look,” Amos lets out a breath. “We could get started setting up your shop. You’ve already had most of the supplies shipped there.”
“Yes! That’s brilliant!” Too late I realize my response was too enthusiastic, but I have to find a way to keep my hands busy or I’ll try to squeeze those biceps of his that look like they’re about to break free from the sleeves of his t-shirt.
“Maybe I’ll even teach you how to make donuts.” I grin at him. “I could use a good employee.”
Especially a hot one like you.
Amos follows me down the stairs to his pub. “You couldn’t afford me.”
In the dusty storeroom marked ‘Employees Only’, Amos shows me the door that leads right to my shop. I never even have to step outside.
“So that’s a nice feature,” I mutter as I enter my shop. I won’t need to brave the cold on winter mornings. I lean over the counter to grab a box from the floor. If there’s one thing I want to get set up, it’s my personal coffee maker.
“This place is filled with nice features,” he says behind me. His voice is deep and gruff, like maybe he’s angry about something.
But when I turn around, he’s staring at my ass.
It’s not possible that he likes me. Amos has never liked me. He’s not about to start now, no matter how badly I wish he would.
He finally drags his gaze up to mine, but he doesn’t look the least bit embarrassed to be caught staring at me. “Like I said, nice features.”
I don’t know how to handle this side of Amos. He’s never flirted with me. I ignore his comment. I’m looking for something that isn’t there. “Let’s start with the most important thing first: coffee.”