“You make things very hard for me too, Jeremiah Long,” I whisper under my breath.
There’s nothing I can do about that. My boss might have sent me running when he cheated on his wife but I’m no longer thinking about him.
Instead, I can’t seem to stop myself from wondering what in the hell that look in Jeremiah’s eyes is and what it means for me, for us.
Not that there’s an us after all this time. I can’t be dumb enough to fall for this man again.
Can I?
CHAPTER 6
Jeremiah
It doesn’t take me very long to get her things secured and up on the hill but for some damn reason I’m taking my time getting back to my cabin.
Like I’m terrified of a little woman who barely tops five feet and yet somehow manages to take up all the space in my cabin.
I guess two thousand square feet just isn’t enough space for me and the woman I’ve been in love with since I was sixteen years old. She was only fourteen though so I knew better than to get involved with her.
That and she was my best buddy’s sister and there’s such a thing as the bro code.
You don’t fuck with your buddy’s sister. Ever.
I followed that warning religiously.
Until she graduated from college and I couldn’t stop myself from hunting her down and kissing her senseless. Needing to see if there was anything there.
There sure is. As soon as I felt all those plus curves against my body, my whole system went haywire and she was all I could see, all I could hear.
The little moans she made as her lips opened under mine. The taste of her…like strawberries and champagne. Wild andintoxicating. The sharp sting of her short fingernails as she dug them into my skin, leaving her marks on my shoulders like a brand.
One that I’ve worn since then. No matter how much I wanted to move on. How much I wanted to find another woman and move on from her…I couldn’t. She stole my heart and soul and I just don’t think I’ll ever get it back to give another woman.
It’s going to be hers until the day I leave this earth. I’ll just have to learn to live with it. Live with being half a person for the rest of my days.
My SAT ph0ne rings as I’m sitting on the damp ground, staring down the hill at the broken vehicle that brought her here.
I glance at it and groan, my head falling to my knees. But I know if I don’t answer it, he may end up trying to come up here himself. And he can’t.
And that’s my fault.
“Rand, you fucker. Why the hell did you send your sister up here? She could have been killed!”
He chuckles. “So you’ve seen her. I haven’t been able to get ahold of her for hours now. I know she should have gotten there but I was starting to really get worried.”
“You should have been worried. She totaled her car flying off the mountain,” my voice is bitter and angry. I can still picture it in my head and the way she must have crashed terrifies me.
I could have lost her.
I mean…she’s not mine. She can’t be mine.
But still…I could have lost her.
“What do you mean? Where is she? Is she alright? I’m going to find a ride and be out there as soon as I can.” I hear the frantic tone of his voice and I get it. I’ve been frantic since I found her.
“You don’t need to do that. Right now the mountain is cut off. We’ve had flooding and mudslides. They’ve closed the roads.”
“But is she alright? I need to see her.”
