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“Pack,” Kieran whispered.
A loud knock at the door interrupted their beautiful moment. “Special delivery from the kitchen,” Harry hollered from the small porch. “Don’t get used to this and give me a two-minute head start before you open the door. I don’t want to bleach my eyes.”
Finley pulled on his jeans and only zipped them before heading to the door. “Thank you,” he shouted at his sister’s rapidly retreating form. She waved her hand without turning around, and Finley laughed. He hoisted a heavy paper grocery sack into the air and got a whiff of waffles and bacon. “This is without a doubt the best day of my life.” He set the bags on the coffee table and went into the kitchenette for utensils. Kieran slid off the bed and located the lounge pants Finley had borrowed that morning, then hooked his arm around Finley’s waist when he tried to return to the food.
“Should I be insulted you didn’t express that sentiment until after the food arrived?” Kieran asked, his breath tickling Finley’s ear.
“The food is just the whipped cream on the waffle,” Finley replied, turning in Kieran’s embrace.
“Whipped cream?”
Finley grinned and waggled his brows. “Mmmhmm. And I’m pretty sure there’s enough food to sustain us for the day.” Sunday was a minimal chore day, and there were more than enough crew members to share the tasks.
“It’s settled,” Kieran said. “We’ll hide away in here all day.” With a playful wink, he added, “Save some whipped cream for later.”
They ate and dozed, had sex again and dozed some more, then ate and dozed again. Finley awoke to an urgent erection pressed against his backside. It was something he’d love to get used to but reminded himself to take things nice and easy. The room was dark except for light from the full moon invading the tiny crack between the curtains. As much as he wanted to roll over and kiss Kieran or simply part his legs in invitation, an even better idea was taking form.
“Can I show you my Colorado?” he whispered in the dark.
Kieran nestled closer. “This is my Colorado.”
Finley’s heart threatened to melt, but his determination persisted. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
Kieran huffed out a short sigh. “Fine, but not on horseback. I’m not confident enough in the saddle to attempt riding in the dark.”
Finley laughed. “Grandpa’s truck will be our steed.”
He left Kieran at his cabin long enough to make a thermos of hot chocolate and grab his sleeping bag and more lube. He’d have to suck it up and get a bigger supply from his mother but not yet. She’d ask too many questions and push for meeting Kieran. The time for that would come but on his terms, not Hope’s, which was an unfamiliar concept to her. He hustled back to Kieran’s cabin and smacked into a wall of muscle as soon as he rounded the corner of the original homestead. He immediately recognized Ivan’s scent and braced himself for another lecture.
Instead of releasing Finley, Ivan wrapped his arms around him in a hug. “I was wrong to be so critical of your man. I’ll try harder.”
Finley rested his forehead against Ivan’s muscular chest as tears tickled the back of his eyes. What was with the waterworks lately? “Thanks, Ivan. That means the world to me.”
“I’m still going to give him shit.”
Finley stepped back and looked up at the big man, whose white teeth gleamed in the dark. “But that’s your love language.”
Ivan’s laughter followed him all the way to the small cabin.
Kieran grinned when he saw the sleeping bag and quirked his brow at the thermos. “You don’t need to ply me with alcohol to have your way with me under the moon.”
“Trust me,” Finley said, “you’ll get drunk off the night view and forget I exist. This is hot chocolate to keep me warm when it happens.”
Kieran snorted his disbelief as they exited his humble abode.
The radio came on loud when Finley started up the truck. “Oops,” he said and turned it down. He was glad he hadn’t turned the radio off when he recognized P!nk and Chris Stapleton singing “Love Me Anyway.”
“These two make an unlikely duo,” Kieran said.
Finley met his gaze. “Sometimes those are the best kind.”
Kieran’s smile was nearly blinding. “Show me your Colorado.”
Finley slowly drove the bumpy, winding path down to a meadow. The moon looked huge in the sky and hung low enough to make a cowboy think he could lasso it. The burbling stream glittered in the moonlight as if the mountains had deposited a million diamonds in its depths. But the real showstopper was the stars twinkling in the sky.
“Oh, wow,” Kieran said breathlessly. “I think this is what they call a religious experience.”
Finley turned his head and narrowed his eyes. “You better not be thinking about joining that damn cult.”
