High Meadow: High Mountain Trackers, #1 by Freya Barker

High Meadow: High Mountain Trackers, #1 by Freya Barker

Author:Freya Barker
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Freya Barker


“Great steak.”

I sit back in my chair and grin at Alex.

“Told you the only thing I’ve been able to master is the grill.”

The corner of her mouth twitches. “I’d say you’ve mastered a few other things along the way as well.”

I still carry her scent on me and even though she’s sitting across from me—dressed in one of my shirts—all I see is her freckled, sweat-slicked skin, and those sated brown eyes smiling up at me. I would’ve been happy staying in bed and forfeiting dinner, but her stomach had rumbled reminding me of my promise to feed her.

She’s cute when she’s playful like this, showing me another side of her, which only adds to the appeal.

“Glad to know I haven’t disappointed you.”

“Far from it,” she assures me as she gets up and starts collecting dishes.

“Leave those. Ama will take care of it in the morning.”

Wrong thing to say.

She turns and throws me a pointedly raised eyebrow over her shoulder.

“I will do no such thing. I’m sure Ama has better things to do than clean up after us.”

Damn, I must be falling harder than I thought: even the way she puts me in my place turns me on.

Maybe I’ve become a little too accustomed to the luxury of having someone pick up after me. I’m trying to remember the last time I made my own bed.

She’s right. Ama not only has her hands full with her own family, but also my house, the business, my father, and now I’ve also asked her to keep an eye on Dan’s mother during the day. I’m a grown-ass man, she shouldn’t have to look after me as well.

I walk over to where Alex is standing in front of the sink, the hem of my shirt almost coming down to the back of her knees. Knowing she has nothing but a pair of flimsy panties on underneath is a little distracting. It would be so easy to slip them aside and plunge into her from behind.

The sudden sound of running water in the sink snaps me out of it, and I grab for a dish towel. Somehow, I get the feeling me showing her I heard and understood will gain me more credit than bending her over the sink.

Besides, I never got around to telling her about the property map Sully showed me.



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