Finding Peace by Ellie Masters

Author:Ellie Masters [Masters, Ellie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JEM Publishing
Published: 2017-09-29T16:00:00+00:00

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Abby never thought she would ever say a blindfold was comfortable. But it was. The silk rested comfortably over her eyes. Drake helped her out of the truck. She could have climbed out herself, but he seemed intent on using the maneuver to sneak another kiss.

"When are you going to let me remove the blindfold?" she asked, after catching her breath from his kiss.

"Soon, city girl." He whispered the endearment into her ear, nuzzling her neck before grasping her hand and leading her forward. "The ground is a bit uneven, but you should be okay."

"I'm not going to trip, am I?"

"If you do, I'll catch you."

They weren't in town. Or, if they were, they weren’t on Main Street. The ground beneath her feet was uneven and crunched with dirt and gravel. Maybe her thoughts about a renovated barn hadn't been that far off base.

His fingers tightened, telegraphing his excitement.

"Almost there." He pulled up short and released her hand. "Don't move."

The air held an earthy scent, full of loamy dirt, pine, and woodsmoke. A fire? The crackling of wood drifted to her ears.

Gravel crunched under Drake's boots, and another set of footsteps joined his. She lifted her hands to the blindfold, curious as to who else was there. But keeping the blindfold in place seemed important to Drake.

Low tones of a conversation drifted to her ears. Male voices. The deep rumble of Drake’s and another vaguely familiar one.

“Thanks," Drake said.

"No problem. Have fun."

Was that Bert?

Crickets chirped all around her, and the gentle calls of songbirds filled the air. A light gusting of the wind brought other scents to her nose, deeper pungent aromas of animals and the sizzling of…steak?

The roar of an engine sounded, the deep throaty rumble of a diesel truck. Tires crunched over gravel and faded.

Drake returned. "You doing okay?"

"You've got my attention," she said. "Was that Bert?"

He snickered. "Yeah, I asked him to get a few things set up."

The clatter of a generator sputtered and hummed. The only reason she had any familiarity with that sound was from summer camping trips. Her uncle always had a generator on hand, especially in the heat of the summer. While they roughed it on the land, their tents had been cooled by portable air conditioning units at night. There was roughing it and not roughing it.

"Please," she begged. "Can I take the blindfold off?" It was killing her wondering what Drake was up to.

Drake had a way of filling up space, even when she couldn't see him, his palpable presence tingled her skin and hitched her breath. He was in every inhale and beat of her heart, enveloping her in a world of what if and what may be.

He cupped her cheek. "God, you're beautiful." His fingers traced a path over her skin, skimming over her lips.

Compliments made her self-conscious, and she turned away. "Drake..."

The heat of his lips brushed over her mouth. "You're amazing." His fingers slid under the silk at her temples. "Keep your eyes closed. I'm going to remove the blindfold, but don't look just yet.

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