Moving Mountains: a Secret Santa story by S. J. Coles

Author:S. J. Coles [Coles, S.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: LGBTQIA Romance Fiction
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group
Published: 2022-09-22T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

The next morning, I woke before Cody. I was spooned against his back, my cock, already half-hard, nestling into the curve of his ass like it belonged there. His breathing was slow and deep. His hair was spread across the pillow like a fan. He smelled so good that I wanted to reach out and kiss him awake, but the memory of Isabella Walton rushed into my mind, and reality was like a dose of snowmelt down my back.

I extricated myself from the bedclothes, pulled on my sweatpants and a hoodie, shivering in the cold morning air and retrieved my bag from the trunk. I opened a curtain to let in the weak dawn light and started going through my files, looking for anything more between the Waltons and either Briarsfield or Litefoot, but there was nothing. I swallowed hard, deliberated for several long moments, then drafted an email to Henrick, asking him to check any links between the Waltons and Cody.

I looked up at the ranger, sleeping peacefully, and felt suddenly ill. I buried myself in the other leads, but everything kept leading back on the same loop—Sam Litefoot and the missing phone. I needed one or the other or I was never going to get any further.

Cody woke when I loaded more logs into the stove. He sat up, blinking, and put his hand to his head.

“Shit. What time is it?”

“Almost nine,” I said, unable to stop myself smiling. He was so deliciously disheveled and sleep-rumpled. I longed to rejoin him in the bed, try to find out what else might prompt the reactions from last night, but the case files scattered across the table in front of me drained any arousal as quickly as it flared.

Use him.

I shook my head.

“Adam?”

I blinked. He had pulled on some pants and moved to the kitchen. He stood with a hand on the coffee machine and a wary look on his face.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you were okay.”

“Oh. Sorry. Yeah, I’m fine.” His look didn’t soften. “It’s just the case.”

He loaded coffee into the machine and turned it on. “Yeah, we didn’t exactly make much progress yesterday, huh?”

“I’d say we progressed nicely.”

He finally smiled. “Adam, about last night…” I waited, watching him internally work through whatever he was trying to say. I willed him to say it all, to help me understand what he was thinking, but he just shrugged a shoulder. “It was great.”

“It was. Thank you.”

His grin widened then he yawned then moved to the bathroom. “I’m gonna take a shower. Then I’m afraid duty calls. What are you gonna do?”

I looked at my notes, thinking of my draft email. “This is the boring bit—reviewing everything, categorizing, costing.”

“You’re giving up? After what Isabella said?”

“No,” I said after a hesitation that I hoped he didn’t notice. “I just need to consolidate where we are before I know where to go next.”

“You do the best dirty talk,” he said with a sly look. “You enjoy your day consolidating then, big shot. Then how about later I take you on my kind of date?”

I raised an eyebrow.

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