invading my nostrils. I expected a feminine floral scent and not a masculine one.
“I like fishing, Shane.”
“Don’t lie to my, Mya. Not me.” My arm tightened around her waist, stopping her from pulling away.
“I liked fishing with my dad.” She practically whispered the words, as if she was afraid someone might hear them. “But after the mine let him go, he just gave up.”
Mya didn’t need to say anything else. God, how could I have been so stupid. Mike gave me enough clues that things weren’t exactly right, but I ignored them. Just like I ignored the dirt I dug up on my dad. The same dirt that likely caused Mya’s dad to pull away from the world.
I reached around her with my other hand and took the fishing rod from her hands. “I have sandwiches. We don’t have to do this.”
She pressed back against me and I had to push my hips away from her unless I wanted her to feel my growing erection. “No, I want to fish.” Her hand tightened around the fishing rod.
I couldn’t help myself. I pressed my lips against the top of her head and gave her a squeeze before stepping away. I didn’t want to. Hell, I wanted to pull her back against me, but now wasn’t the time.
She resumed fishing and I stepped next to her, standing as close as I could without interrupting her casting.
As I threw out my line, I settled into the quiet around us and let myself get lost in the thoughts running through my mind. I wasn’t sure why I was so intent on winning Mya over. I had already decided that the visit to Copperwood was only going to be for a few days. I even reminded Alene that I was leaving the next day. If I continued pursuing Mya, Mike would have every right to hate me. But I couldn’t stop myself. The moment I walked into Pick’s the night before, I realized I wanted her more than anyone else. And now, standing next to her, I realized I was going to whatever I had to do in order to convince her that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
12
Mya
“H e kissed me. Shane Crawford kissed me. He. Kissed. Me.” I sat cross–legged on Kirstin’s couch holding a cup of coffee between my hands.
“Ok. So let me know. Is this a good thing?” She leaned back against the arm, peering at me over the rim of her cup of coffee.
“I think so.”
Kirstin set the cup down on the small table set in front of the couch and I knew a lecture was coming.
“If you
think
so, then it might not be.” Kirstin pulled her lips between her teeth and tilted her head to the side before continuing. “He’s leaving town, right? Are you able to separate your feelings, that I think Mike, you, and I can all admit run pretty deep when it comes to Shane, from what is only going to be a one night stand?”
“Don’t call it that.” I took a deep breath.
“Why not? It’s what it is. One night and then you’ll each go your separate ways.”
“Because that makes it sound cheap.” I looked down at the cooling coffee and wondered if she wasn’t right. Anything that happened between Shane and me wasn’t going to be representative of anything permanent. It wasn’t going to be a cheap hookup, or at least I hoped it wouldn’t. “Besides, it’s not like anything will happen. A kiss isn’t like he’s telling me he wants to sleep with me. Right? I mean it might just be a kiss.”
Kirstin rolled her eyes at me. Yeah, I knew as soon as I said the words that I was just making an excuse. At least she didn’t decide she needed to say something to me about it. I could live in my own little sad delusional world without her confirmation.
“But he kissed you.” She grinned at me and stood up from the couch, grabbing both my cup of coffee and hers. “That’s something more than what you had back in high school, right?” She walked into the kitchen and rinsed the cups out in the sink.
I settled back in her couch and looked around her small apartment. Kirstin lived on the second floor of an old two–story house converted into two
“I like fishing, Shane.”
“Don’t lie to my, Mya. Not me.” My arm tightened around her waist, stopping her from pulling away.
“I liked fishing with my dad.” She practically whispered the words, as if she was afraid someone might hear them. “But after the mine let him go, he just gave up.”
Mya didn’t need to say anything else. God, how could I have been so stupid. Mike gave me enough clues that things weren’t exactly right, but I ignored them. Just like I ignored the dirt I dug up on my dad. The same dirt that likely caused Mya’s dad to pull away from the world.
I reached around her with my other hand and took the fishing rod from her hands. “I have sandwiches. We don’t have to do this.”
She pressed back against me and I had to push my hips away from her unless I wanted her to feel my growing erection. “No, I want to fish.” Her hand tightened around the fishing rod.
I couldn’t help myself. I pressed my lips against the top of her head and gave her a squeeze before stepping away. I didn’t want to. Hell, I wanted to pull her back against me, but now wasn’t the time.
She resumed fishing and I stepped next to her, standing as close as I could without interrupting her casting.
As I threw out my line, I settled into the quiet around us and let myself get lost in the thoughts running through my mind. I wasn’t sure why I was so intent on winning Mya over. I had already decided that the visit to Copperwood was only going to be for a few days. I even reminded Alene that I was leaving the next day. If I continued pursuing Mya, Mike would have every right to hate me. But I couldn’t stop myself. The moment I walked into Pick’s the night before, I realized I wanted her more than anyone else. And now, standing next to her, I realized I was going to whatever I had to do in order to convince her that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
12
Mya
“H e kissed me. Shane Crawford kissed me. He. Kissed. Me.” I sat cross–legged on Kirstin’s couch holding a cup of coffee between my hands.
“Ok. So let me know. Is this a good thing?” She leaned back against the arm, peering at me over the rim of her cup of coffee.
“I think so.”
Kirstin set the cup down on the small table set in front of the couch and I knew a lecture was coming.
“If you
think
so, then it might not be.” Kirstin pulled her lips between her teeth and tilted her head to the side before continuing. “He’s leaving town, right? Are you able to separate your feelings, that I think Mike, you, and I can all admit run pretty deep when it comes to Shane, from what is only going to be a one night stand?”
“Don’t call it that.” I took a deep breath.
“Why not? It’s what it is. One night and then you’ll each go your separate ways.”
“Because that makes it sound cheap.” I looked down at the cooling coffee and wondered if she wasn’t right. Anything that happened between Shane and me wasn’t going to be representative of anything permanent. It wasn’t going to be a cheap hookup, or at least I hoped it wouldn’t. “Besides, it’s not like anything will happen. A kiss isn’t like he’s telling me he wants to sleep with me. Right? I mean it might just be a kiss.”
Kirstin rolled her eyes at me. Yeah, I knew as soon as I said the words that I was just making an excuse. At least she didn’t decide she needed to say something to me about it. I could live in my own little sad delusional world without her confirmation.
“But he kissed you.” She grinned at me and stood up from the couch, grabbing both my cup of coffee and hers. “That’s something more than what you had back in high school, right?” She walked into the kitchen and rinsed the cups out in the sink.
I settled back in her couch and looked around her small apartment. Kirstin lived on the second floor of an old two–story house converted into two
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