The Storm You Chase (Hell Yeah!) by Sable Hunter & Ryan O'Leary

Author:Sable Hunter & Ryan O'Leary [Hunter, Sable]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2020-10-05T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

“Jensen. Wake up and fasten your seatbelt. We’re landing.”

“Oh. Yea, sure.” She blinked. Closed her eyes, then blinked again. Still groggy, Jensen felt for her seatbelt, not finding it.

“Here. Let me.”

Before she knew it, Clint was so close to her that she could feel his warmth. Jensen had to steel herself to keep from slipping her arms around his neck for a snuggle. He fastened her seatbelt, then lingered for a moment, his hand coming up to brush a lock of hair from her face. “There. Now, you’re all fixed up,” he whispered, his thumb caressing her cheek.

“Fasten your seatbelt, Mr. Wilder.” Alva instructed from the cabin entrance. “We’ll be landing in a matter of seconds.”

“Yes.” He returned to his seat and clicked himself in. “All set.”

A few minutes later they were on the ground and disembarking. As promised, a car awaited them – a pick-up, rather – with snow tires and four-wheel drive. Jensen could barely help load their luggage for staring at the grandeur surrounding them. An impressive mountain range loomed in the distance. Rugged. Snow-capped. She shivered at the thought they might be deep in those mountains before morning.

“I’m hungry. How about you?”

At the question, Jensen realized she was starving. “Yes. I could eat. Anything. I’m not picky.”

“Huh. Good to know.” He winked at her. “Let’s get on the road and you can watch for some place to stop.”

“Okay.” Jensen could barely pull her attention away from the scenery. “It’s gorgeous here and we aren’t even in the park yet.”

“You’re right. What sounds good. Burger? Chicken? Pizza?”

“How about BBQ?” She pointed at a smokehouse restaurant coming up on the right.

“You’re from Texas and you want to eat BBQ in a northern state?”

“We can compare. Who knows, it may be better.”

Clint grabbed his chest playfully. “Blasphemy.”

In spite of his misgivings, they stopped and bought a smorgasbord of meats and sides. Several times, Jensen fed him when he needed both hands to drive. “Wait. Let me wipe your mouth.” She giggled and touched his lower lip to remove a bit of BBQ sauce.

Clint’s heart jumped in his chest when she leaned close enough for him to smell that intriguing touch of jasmine. She was so damn beautiful. His whole body lit up with desire anytime she was near. “If you run out of napkins, you can kiss the sauce away.”

“I could.” She dabbed his mouth once more, then gave him a spoonful of potato salad.

Buzz! Buzz!

“Damn. Just when things are getting good.”

Jensen smiled as Clint answered his phone. “Hey, Tanner. We’re here.”

“Great. Okay. Listen.” Tanner began to hum and sing nonsensical syllables to the tune of Mission Impossible.

“What is he doing?” Jensen asked.

Clint laughed. “I’m not sure.”

“This is your mission should you choose to accept it.”

Clint winked at Jensen as Tanner continued to speak.

“Conrad Billings has been missing for three days. You two need to come up with a list of questions to ask that you think will help you begin your search. I will answer those questions for you, but I won’t give you any information you don’t ask for.

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