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though none, she thought, were quite as big as Hunter—or as handsome. Not that she was biased or anything. "We gotta go over day-off schedules for the next couple of weeks. Not to interrupt you or anything ..."
"Go on," Felicity said, giving him a little push. "It's business. I understand that. I'll be waiting right here."
She leaned on the railing and watched Hunter stroll over toward his friends, falling into the rough male banter.
It was so remarkably peaceful here. Not a single car passed on the road. The only sounds were the voices of Hunter and his friends, and the rushing of the creek under the bridge. Such a far cry from her busy city life, with its constant pulsing backbeat of voices and city sounds.
Normally, even if she were stopping for a few minutes like this, she'd have her phone out to check her emails, rather than looking at the world around her. But her phone was miles away, at her car with her clothing and the rest of her things.
As she leaned on the railing in the sun, her eyes half-closed, drifting in a state of peaceful contentment, a thought came to her.
Could she run her business from here?
It seemed impossible at first. But the more she thought about it, the more she began to wonder. Melinda was more than capable of handling the day-to-day operations of the company. And a great deal of Felicity's business was done by phone and email anyway. She could do that part just as easily from here as she could from her office. She still had business meetings and brainstorming sessions with her design team, but she could keep the apartment in town, and fly down a day or two a week to handle that kind of thing.
And the rest of the time ...
She'd gotten into the design business because she loved designing clothes. But increasingly, over the years, the business-related aspects of the company had consumed more and more of her life. When was the last time she just sat down with a sketch pad and let her imagination run wild? These days, all she seemed to do at work was struggle with things like that wretched advertising campaign, or answer business emails, or look at the company's sales figures.
The idea of spending most of her days in the cabin, with nothing but her sketching supplies and fabric swatches, sounded like heaven. When she needed to get out—to go out to dinner, to talk to people, to be surrounded by the business world she'd gotten used to—she could fly down to Minneapolis for a little while.
She was roused from her contemplations by Hunter's arms sliding around her from behind. "Penny for your thoughts, beautiful," he murmured in her ear, in a throaty voice that set up sympathetic vibrations in her chest and between her legs.
Felicity turned around and stretched on tiptoe to wrap her arms around his neck. "I was just thinking about a possible solution to our problems."
"We have problems?" Hunter asked. He looked suddenly worried.
Felicity pulled his head down and kissed him on his nose. "Not like you're thinking, you lovely romantic idiot. No ... the problem is that I live in the city, and my business is there, and you live up here."
"Oh." Hunter's jaw clenched, and she could see him bracing himself. "I could ... move. There. For you."
"Hunter," she said. Unexpected tears stung her eyes. "You couldn't. I know how much you love it here. I wouldn't ask you to."
"For you," he repeated, and bent his head to kiss her, long and deep. When they broke apart, he said, "I lived in the city for a while, a long time ago. I know I could learn to like it there, if you were there."
Felicity brushed at the betraying tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. "I'm hoping you'll never have to," she said. "I was just thinking about ways I could run my business from your cabin. I can go back once or twice a week for things I just can't do from up here, but ... I really think it could work, long-term. Assuming I'm welcome to move in with you?"
Her answer was another dip-and-kiss, this one so long and
"Go on," Felicity said, giving him a little push. "It's business. I understand that. I'll be waiting right here."
She leaned on the railing and watched Hunter stroll over toward his friends, falling into the rough male banter.
It was so remarkably peaceful here. Not a single car passed on the road. The only sounds were the voices of Hunter and his friends, and the rushing of the creek under the bridge. Such a far cry from her busy city life, with its constant pulsing backbeat of voices and city sounds.
Normally, even if she were stopping for a few minutes like this, she'd have her phone out to check her emails, rather than looking at the world around her. But her phone was miles away, at her car with her clothing and the rest of her things.
As she leaned on the railing in the sun, her eyes half-closed, drifting in a state of peaceful contentment, a thought came to her.
Could she run her business from here?
It seemed impossible at first. But the more she thought about it, the more she began to wonder. Melinda was more than capable of handling the day-to-day operations of the company. And a great deal of Felicity's business was done by phone and email anyway. She could do that part just as easily from here as she could from her office. She still had business meetings and brainstorming sessions with her design team, but she could keep the apartment in town, and fly down a day or two a week to handle that kind of thing.
And the rest of the time ...
She'd gotten into the design business because she loved designing clothes. But increasingly, over the years, the business-related aspects of the company had consumed more and more of her life. When was the last time she just sat down with a sketch pad and let her imagination run wild? These days, all she seemed to do at work was struggle with things like that wretched advertising campaign, or answer business emails, or look at the company's sales figures.
The idea of spending most of her days in the cabin, with nothing but her sketching supplies and fabric swatches, sounded like heaven. When she needed to get out—to go out to dinner, to talk to people, to be surrounded by the business world she'd gotten used to—she could fly down to Minneapolis for a little while.
She was roused from her contemplations by Hunter's arms sliding around her from behind. "Penny for your thoughts, beautiful," he murmured in her ear, in a throaty voice that set up sympathetic vibrations in her chest and between her legs.
Felicity turned around and stretched on tiptoe to wrap her arms around his neck. "I was just thinking about a possible solution to our problems."
"We have problems?" Hunter asked. He looked suddenly worried.
Felicity pulled his head down and kissed him on his nose. "Not like you're thinking, you lovely romantic idiot. No ... the problem is that I live in the city, and my business is there, and you live up here."
"Oh." Hunter's jaw clenched, and she could see him bracing himself. "I could ... move. There. For you."
"Hunter," she said. Unexpected tears stung her eyes. "You couldn't. I know how much you love it here. I wouldn't ask you to."
"For you," he repeated, and bent his head to kiss her, long and deep. When they broke apart, he said, "I lived in the city for a while, a long time ago. I know I could learn to like it there, if you were there."
Felicity brushed at the betraying tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. "I'm hoping you'll never have to," she said. "I was just thinking about ways I could run my business from your cabin. I can go back once or twice a week for things I just can't do from up here, but ... I really think it could work, long-term. Assuming I'm welcome to move in with you?"
Her answer was another dip-and-kiss, this one so long and
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