E is for Everett: A Secret Baby Mountain Man Romance (Men of ALPHAbet Mountain) by Natasha L. Black

Author:Natasha L. Black [Black, Natasha L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-03-24T16:00:00+00:00

18

HELEN

Somewhere deep in my subconscious, I had felt like if I just got a chance to explore Everett’s body and have a night of even halfway decent sex, I could shake him off and go back to my regular life. Approximately thirty seconds after he drove away, I knew that was not going to happen.

First off, the sex was spectacular, and there was no denying it. It was easily the most satisfying of my life, and it was like his body was meant specifically for the purpose of pleasuring mine. Secondly, his body was also spectacular, and I didn’t think I could ever get enough of touching it. I still had several things on a to-do list inside my brain that weren’t checked off. There was going to be a need for a second round soon.

For science.

I had the thought that if I shut my door, took a shower, slept for a few hours, and then texted him at some point around lunch, that it would be an appropriate amount of time to not feel like I was desperate for him. Even though I was. Completely. He was all I could think about. His voice, his rippled abs, the way he laughed, that damn smirk of his, and his giant—

My phone rang and I had to shake myself out of the rabbit hole I was rapidly descending into. I was standing in the middle of the office at the diner, staring blankly at the wall calendar that hadn’t been updated in three years. The last entry on it was Harleigh writing “Happy New Year.”

I patted my pockets for my phone, remembering I had stuffed it in my back pocket, and pulled it out.

“Hello, Sam,” I said. “What’s going on?”

“Hello, Helen, I am afraid I have some bad news,” Sam said.

“Do you ever just shoot the shit? Like, can there ever be a phone call where you ask how I am and not immediately dive into the thing that’s going to give me gray hair?” I joked.

“Oh, well, how are you doing, Helen? How are the gray hairs coming along?” she responded.

I didn’t know if she was joking back or serious. That was the problem with Samantha. She had a tendency of being dead serious. Always.

“They’re gray. And I don’t like them, so I dye the shit out of them,” I said. “What’s up?”

“It’s your condo, Helen,” she said.

“I figured that much,” I said. “What’s going on with it?”

“It’s not selling,” she said. “I think I might know why, but it’s complicated. We had a sale nearly finished and it stalled out, and frankly, I need you here to see if it’s something we can smooth over now and get taken care of.”

“Dammit,” I muttered. “I’m kind of not in a place where I can just bail out and go back up to Chicago on a whim, Sam.”

“This isn’t a whim, Helen,” Sam said. “This is a matter of sale or no sale.”

She made that sound like life or death, which I was sure, according to Sam, was the same thing.

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