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His ass. Definitely his ass. Although, watching his whole body moving in one single, beautiful motion might be a close second.
“What?” She sighed, feigning frustration. She was going to have to drive her car the short distance to June’s cabin. She had to get it off the road and make sure it didn’t get sideswiped or hit or cause an accident. Her leg would be okay for that. She’d follow June and they’d take it slow and easy and get there safe.
June started up the car again and winked at her. “I asked him, and he admitted he’s single.”
“My god, you didn’t!” January seriously hoped her sister was joking. It would be just like June to rile her up, but she went absolutely straight faced.
“Not kidding. I really did ask—though before you say anything I was super tactful about it—and he really did grudgingly admit with the sweetest blush that he doesn’t have anyone in his life.”
“Oh good. He still won’t because I’m not planning on getting involved. I don’t even live here.”
“Sometimes you meet someone, fall for them, and you stay. You make a life and have a family and you love it, even if you’re far from home. Sometimes, it’s all worth it.”
“That’s your story,” January told her sister softly. “Not mine.”
“You could just get laid, then. You need it.”
January flung herself out the door, stepping carefully on her injured leg. “See you at the cabin, June. I can hardly wait to never bring this up again when we get there.”
Chapter 4
January
A few days made all the difference when it came to healing. January’s leg was sore for the first two, but on the third, it was much better. She had to hobble around before that, hardly putting any weight on it or the wound would start sending those shooting pains up and down her entire leg. The ibuprofen was exactly what she needed, but by day three, she didn’t take any when she got up, and at noon, she found she still didn’t need any.
What she needed was a good, long walk. She was going stir-crazy from being inside. The only trips she’d taken out were to go to the outhouse, which was pretty terrible even in winter. The hole was so gaping and scary, but there was no stink, and thankfully, no spiders either.
“The problem with this game,” January commented, throwing down her current hand of cards in disgust, “is that we’re playing it with two people when it’s meant for four.”
“There are other variations,” June huffed. She’d made up said variations. She’d picked the rules and tried to get it to work, but taking turns playing for two people wasn’t much fun.
“I think we could both use a walk.”
June’s eyebrows shot up. “Do you really think you’re ready for that?”
“I heard you telling Greg on the phone an hour ago that I was doing good.”
“I didn’t want him to worry.” June swept her long blonde hair back into a ponytail and grabbed the elastic off her wrist to tie it. Her hair was naturally the same dark brunette as January’s, but she’d been blonde since her last year of high school. June took her time when it came to hair and clothes and makeup. Even out at the cabin, she was stunning, and she’d brought coordinated outfits.
On her best day, January couldn’t give half as many fucks about those things as June did. She was shit when it came to doing her hair, pretty much useless with makeup, and she could never find clothing that fit her the way June seemed to find pieces that complimented her curves. After having two kids, those curves were a little bit fuller than they had been years ago, but on her sister, curvy looked extra stunning.
January thought her curves were less flattering on herself and she’d had zero kids. Jotham had made a few remarks about it over the years, how there was more of her to love. She’d always debated about flipping him the bird, but she’d settled for doing it mentally. She didn’t go to the gym because she hated it, but she did yoga and she swam every other day at one of the pools close to home. She felt fit and she was healthy and that’s what counted. She just wanted to be happy with her body and comfortable in her own skin. She might still be working towards that, but wasn’t it a lifelong process for pretty much everyone?
Not having a husband around to make snide comments helped. Not that Jotham had made that many. It certainly hadn’t been the reason she divorced him. June had tried to talk to her about some of that, but she’d declined to discuss it and had changed the subject every single time.
“Fair enough. But you weren’t lying. I’m not in much pain today. It looks beautiful outside.”
“It’s freezing. You just said that when you went out to pee an hour ago.”
January shrugged. She leaned back in her chair and tested her leg, putting more weight on it. There were no shooting pains. The dull ache was still there and it was sore, but she counted that as a major improvement. “I have my sweater and my jacket. I’ll survive. You’ve been trapped inside with me for two days. Let’s go out for a walk and enjoy nature. Isn’t that why we’re here?”
“We can winter camp inside the cabin.”
“You want a walk. Admit it.”
The sun was shining. It was coming in strong through the two front windows in the small cabin. The place was open in the living room and kitchen, had a small rudimentary bathroom with a makeshift shower that only worked in the warmer months, and had two bedrooms beyond that—one for the boys and the other for June and Greg. January was sleeping on the bottom bunk in the boy’s room. June tried to give up her bed, but January really didn’t want to sleep in the same bed where her sister and her brother-in-law did the nasty, even if the sheets were clean. The bottom bunk was absolutely fine for her.
“Your leg really must be feeling better. Good. You can get up every two hours to throw logs on the fire, so we don’t freeze to death.”
