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Where are we?”
“Rocket.” He took my hand again and guided me as we deplaned the jet in silence.
“It’s beautiful.” The perfect little mountain town left me speechless. Surrounded by tall evergreens on all sides, it was so quiet except for birds singing and the wind rustling through the trees.
“Do you have business here?”
“No. I have a place here.”
A place? “Oh.” What else could I say? Jasper was taking me to some forest hideaway? My pulse increased, and I was so out of my mind with anticipation that I had to clutch Jasper’s hand as we made our way to the tarmac and into a waiting royal blue Mercedes.
Absolute fucking perfection.
It wasn’t real, I knew that, but this was my chance to live a little bit of that impossible dream. “Do you come here often?”
He shrugged and navigated the paved road that turned into a dirt and gravel road. “Not as much as I would like, but I try to come up here when I have free time.”
Alone? “It’s so quiet. I can see why you like it here.” When his cabin came into view, I couldn’t suppress a shocked gasp. “Holy shit, this view.” It was breathtaking.
The cabin was two stories, teak wood shining in the late afternoon sunshine, windows everywhere, probably casting a golden glow throughout the house. It was a real log cabin, so geometric it looked as if an architect had custom designed it to be one of a kind. The front door had a half-moon window on top that almost looked like stained glass.
“Jasper, this place is magnificent.”
He smiled. “Impressed?”
I nodded wordlessly and ducked down to take in the view. As soon as the car came to a stop, I hopped out and turned in a slow circle.
“Totally. The cabin is stunning, truly, but the sheer beauty surrounding it takes my breath away.”
Chapter Thirty
Jasper
You take my breath away. Where the fuck that thought came from, I had no clue, but it was the truth. Watching Mo so entranced by the view of the trees and the mountains, a slight smile on her face, really took my breath away, and that was something I’d never said or thought about any woman. Ever.
“Want a tour?”
She nodded; lips quirked into a pretty smile. “Sure, but make it the ten cents tour because I was promised food.”
“I can do that.” I held out my hand to Mo, and she looked at it like it was a snake. “What’s wrong?”
She blinked, and shock slowly faded from her clear blue eyes, replaced with something I couldn’t identify.
“Oh. Nothing. Show me around?”
Mo hesitated but eventually, her soft, small hand nestled in mine, and it stayed there as I showed her the main bedroom with the waterfall shower, the guest rooms, and the armory room. She didn’t even let go to give the kitchen a long slow perusal, smiling at the smallest details.
“I love the blend of granite and wood grain. It shouldn’t look good together, but it does.”
“Glad you approve.”
She froze for a long second and then shrugged. “I’m just saying it’s nice, that’s all.”
My amused smile turned to a frown. “I know.”
“Oh.” Her shoulders rose and fell again, but a small smile flashed on her lush mouth. “Okay, then.”
“I’m not always an asshole, Mo.”
“No,” she agreed. “Not always.”
Her words had the unexpected effect of pulling a reluctant laugh from me. “That’s what I like about you, Mo. Your honesty.”
She turned a beaming smile up at me. “Glad you approve.”
The second time around, that laugh turned to a full-blown chuckle. “I do.” I never gave it much thought before, not until I had to, but Mo was easy to be around. She wasn’t just sexy and always down to fuck, she was funny and easygoing. Honest about her wants and needs, or so it seemed.
“Nice digs. How long did it take you to build it?”
“A few years because I had to oversee every fucking detail. Terry helped a little, but this is my space, you know?”
She nodded. “Not really. I’ve only ever lived in apartments.”
Something else I was—suddenly—determined to change. “How does dinner and a movie sound?”
Mo flashed a wide grin and put her hands on her hips. “Like a perfectly relaxing evening.” There were questions in her eyes, but she kept them to herself.
“Normally, I just whip something up like a barbecue, or in the winter, some chili and cornbread, but I wasn’t sure how long it would take to convince you to come with me, so I had someone else do it this time.”
“I can’t picture you whipping up anything.” A low, throaty laugh bubbled up out of her, and I felt my cock start to harden behind my zipper.
“If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll show you my kitchen skills.”
Heat, pure and hot, flashed in her eyes as her tongue slipped out and slicked across her bottom lip. “And if you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll let you.”
