complain when the densely treed path gave way to reveal the most amazing log cabin I’d ever seen. You could hardly call it a cabin, it was more like a log and glass mansion, reflecting the trees and the setting sun, nestled right against the forest.
“This is your place?” It had to be, he was a millionaire after all. Something I forgot often since he was so down to earth. Even the fact that he was my boss was easy to forget when we were together. He spent more time making everyone feel comfortable than he did flaunting his own importance.
“It’s incredible.” I arched a brow at him. “But, why are we here?”
“I heard a rumor there’s something you were craving.”
My stomach tightened. Oh no. Please do not let the source of this rumor be Kenzie, because God only knows what she’d tell him I was craving.
He took my hand, with a small chuckle at the expression on my face, which must have read as horrified, and led me around the house to the back. It overlooked the lake, opposite from the view at camp.
“Do you bring all the girls here to check out the view?”
“Actually, you’re the only girl I’ve brought here. Conflict of interest. I make it a policy not to get entangled with—”
“The help?” I said sarcastically.
“My coworkers.”
We both glanced down at his hand still holding mine. He let go.
“Good policy.” I looked up at him, my eyes fixed on his. “Then, why am I here?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Because it’s too late for us to have that rule Nora. We’re already entangled.”
We stayed there lost in the moment, gazes entwined, while the breathtaking view lay just beside us.
“Conflict of interest. Is that what I am?”
I was aiming for nonchalance, but it came out as the total opposite. Being with him was a huge deal in my world, because I usually played it safe, and Troy was anything but. He was sexy, and interested and sincere… and looked at me with an intensity that made me light headed.
“Yes, that's exactly what you are. Only you're the one conflict that makes me want to say screw the policy.”
My entire body suddenly felt like day old Jell-O. Damn, he really was good looking. Movie-star heartthrob good looking. Kenzie had that part right. “So, what is it I’m craving?” I whispered. I got more breathless by the second.
I could hear his sharp inhale.
Without breaking eye contact, he pointed to the side.
Reluctantly I looked away, following his direction.
Flames leapt from a circular brick fire pit, surrounded by cushioned sofa and lounge chair wide enough for two. A chunky knit oatmeal blanket draped over the back of the chair, and on the seat, a bag of marshmallows, a box of graham crackers and a package of chocolate.
My gaze sprang back to his. “S’mores?”
He grinned. “S’mores.”
I bit back my smile. “Isn’t that contraband? You could get expelled for having such illicit items in your cabin.” I mocked Miss Strange’s mini lecture.
“You mean like Kenzie’s vodka and gummy bears?”
I laughed out loud. “You know about those? Of course you do. You know everything here. I forgot.”
“Not everything Nora. Some things have to be explained.”
The subtle implication of his words swept over me. He meant me taking off on him the night we were together.
“It’s silly really,” I said, wandering over to the lounge chair.
He gestured for me to sit, and I did.
“It was the picture.”
“Okay.” He nodded, then combed a hand through is hair and shook his head. “Which picture?”
“The one of you with that girl. You looked so happy together. And at first I was jealous, but then I realized I could never have that with you. And since we had no chance at a future, I figured...” I looked away. “I didn’t want my first time to be with someone I could never be with.”
He was quiet as he sat next to me. “You got all of that from a picture,” he said. “Tell me why you could never be with me
“This is your place?” It had to be, he was a millionaire after all. Something I forgot often since he was so down to earth. Even the fact that he was my boss was easy to forget when we were together. He spent more time making everyone feel comfortable than he did flaunting his own importance.
“It’s incredible.” I arched a brow at him. “But, why are we here?”
“I heard a rumor there’s something you were craving.”
My stomach tightened. Oh no. Please do not let the source of this rumor be Kenzie, because God only knows what she’d tell him I was craving.
He took my hand, with a small chuckle at the expression on my face, which must have read as horrified, and led me around the house to the back. It overlooked the lake, opposite from the view at camp.
“Do you bring all the girls here to check out the view?”
“Actually, you’re the only girl I’ve brought here. Conflict of interest. I make it a policy not to get entangled with—”
“The help?” I said sarcastically.
“My coworkers.”
We both glanced down at his hand still holding mine. He let go.
“Good policy.” I looked up at him, my eyes fixed on his. “Then, why am I here?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Because it’s too late for us to have that rule Nora. We’re already entangled.”
We stayed there lost in the moment, gazes entwined, while the breathtaking view lay just beside us.
“Conflict of interest. Is that what I am?”
I was aiming for nonchalance, but it came out as the total opposite. Being with him was a huge deal in my world, because I usually played it safe, and Troy was anything but. He was sexy, and interested and sincere… and looked at me with an intensity that made me light headed.
“Yes, that's exactly what you are. Only you're the one conflict that makes me want to say screw the policy.”
My entire body suddenly felt like day old Jell-O. Damn, he really was good looking. Movie-star heartthrob good looking. Kenzie had that part right. “So, what is it I’m craving?” I whispered. I got more breathless by the second.
I could hear his sharp inhale.
Without breaking eye contact, he pointed to the side.
Reluctantly I looked away, following his direction.
Flames leapt from a circular brick fire pit, surrounded by cushioned sofa and lounge chair wide enough for two. A chunky knit oatmeal blanket draped over the back of the chair, and on the seat, a bag of marshmallows, a box of graham crackers and a package of chocolate.
My gaze sprang back to his. “S’mores?”
He grinned. “S’mores.”
I bit back my smile. “Isn’t that contraband? You could get expelled for having such illicit items in your cabin.” I mocked Miss Strange’s mini lecture.
“You mean like Kenzie’s vodka and gummy bears?”
I laughed out loud. “You know about those? Of course you do. You know everything here. I forgot.”
“Not everything Nora. Some things have to be explained.”
The subtle implication of his words swept over me. He meant me taking off on him the night we were together.
“It’s silly really,” I said, wandering over to the lounge chair.
He gestured for me to sit, and I did.
“It was the picture.”
“Okay.” He nodded, then combed a hand through is hair and shook his head. “Which picture?”
“The one of you with that girl. You looked so happy together. And at first I was jealous, but then I realized I could never have that with you. And since we had no chance at a future, I figured...” I looked away. “I didn’t want my first time to be with someone I could never be with.”
He was quiet as he sat next to me. “You got all of that from a picture,” he said. “Tell me why you could never be with me
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