Missing in the Mountains by Julie Anne Lindsey

Author:Julie Anne Lindsey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2019-11-15T16:52:33+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Sawyer worked at Emma’s side for hours, enjoying the steady pace and easy partnership they’d fallen into midway through the kitchen cleanup. He scrubbed. She tidied. They were an excellent team. Emma knew where everything went. She knew how things worked. He, on the other hand, was decent with a scrub brush and lifted fallen items with less trouble.

Emma adjusted the volume on her phone dock’s speaker as a new song began. She watched as he emptied another dustpan of broken glass into the trash bin. “I know I’ve said it before, but thank you, Sawyer,” she said. “For helping me with this mess. For being here when we need you most.”

Sawyer let the smile budding on his lips break free. “Where else would I be?” he asked with a wink. He watched as her own smile bloomed in return, and some of the day’s horrendous weight lifted.

Working beside her, even at a task as unfortunate as theirs, reminded him of how good they were together. Emma was his perfect teammate. The yin to his yang. He’d never experienced anything like it, not even with his brothers in arms after years of fighting side by side. With Emma, it was different. Seamless. Better.

She stretched to set a pile of freshly folded jeans on her closet shelf, and Sawyer had to force his gaze back on the floor and dustpan.

There were perks to their camaraderie besides companionship. He also enjoyed her taste in music, and the playlist she’d started to help pass the time was filled with his favorites. A few of the selections were deeply nostalgic, and most of those memories included her.

Another bonus was the conversation. She didn’t push or prod for more when he answered her questions, and she always answered his with depth and sincerity. She took her time, and he appreciated that.

The other benefit to their evening was watching her dead-sexy body bend and stretch for hours, a little sweat beading in the most deliciously distracting places.

Sawyer met her at the closet doors and placed the next few stacks of clothing on the shelves just above her head. “I’ve got it. Move over, shorty.”

She bumped him with her hip. “I could have done that,” she said, grinning. “I’ve been short all my life, you know. I’ve learned to get creative.”

“No need to get creative when you’ve got an extra set of hands,” he said.

“And they are very nice hands.” Emma flashed a wicked grin but didn’t say another word as she went to refill her drawers with freshly washed and folded clothing. Whatever she’d been upset about in the SUV seemed to have passed. He planned to circle back to that subject later, when the work was done, but for now, he was just glad to see her smiling.

He didn’t hate seeing her in her “work clothes” either. A few hours ago when she’d announced that she would change to finish cleaning, he’d expected her to return in oversize sweatpants or a holey T-shirt. Instead, she’d emerged from her room in a pair of short black running shorts and a fitted V-neck T-shirt.

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