he’d seemed as keen as her to make the most of their brief encounter.
She sighed and lay back, smiling. It had been such a fun evening, the best sex she’d ever had. It was a shame it was over, but at least she had some lovely memories to keep her warm.
She turned onto her right side and something scratched her arm beneath the covers. Lifting the duvet, she stared at the small bunch of wild flowers tied with a thin piece of flax that had been left there. She lifted them out, pressing them against her nose, inhaling the mild scent. He must have snuck in before he left and put them there. How sweet that he’d taken the time to pick them so early in the morning.
It was a good job she wasn’t seeing him again. Mr. Feral would be a very difficult man to get over, should you fall for him. Now she understood why Ella had made such a fuss.
At that moment Bree’s door opened and Merle covered the flowers, not wanting her sister to know about them, in spite of the fact that she had every intention of gloating over her recent sexual success.
“Morning.” Bree walked across to the bathroom.
“Morning.” Merle lay on her side, head propped on her hand, waiting for her sister to come out. When she did, Bree only had to take one look at Merle’s face for the penny to drop.
“No! Last night?”
Merle held up both hands, showing her ten fingers. “That’s a hundred bucks you owe me.”
“Twice!” Bree burst out laughing and came and sat on the bed. “You’re kidding me.”
“Nope.” Merle started giggling. “It was a bit of a squash in his tent though.”
Bree stared at her, open mouthed. “I’m shocked.”
“Well, it was your idea.”
“I’m so pleased for you.” She bent and hugged Merle, then drew back with eager eyes. “Tell me everything. Was he good?”
“Bree!”
“Come on, I want to know.”
“I don’t kiss and tell,” Merle said primly. Then she laughed. “But he was fantastic . Thank you so much for introducing us.”
“You are very welcome.” Bree’s eyes were mischievous. “But you’ve got three more to go to reach the golden three hundred dollars.”
Merle rolled her eyes and fell back on the bed, laughing. “It took all my courage to ask Neon—I don’t think I could do it again.”
Bree shrugged. “I didn’t say it had to be with five different men.”
Merle sobered. “Oh no. I couldn’t see him again. I…” Her voice tailed off. What was she trying to say? She thought about the flowers currently under the covers about two inches from Bree’s butt. “I don’t think that would be a good idea,” she finished lamely. “I don’t want to spoil it.”
“Spoil it?”
Merle smiled. “I know what sort of a man he is. A real heartbreaker, if ever I saw one. It was great fun and I enjoyed myself, but I’m content with the treat I’ve had.”
Bree’s eyes softened. “I understand. I’m glad you had a good time.” She kissed Merle’s forehead. “Now, are you able to get up, or are you going to walk like you’ve been horse-riding for a fortnight?”
Merle pushed her off the bed. “Don’t embarrass me. Go and tell your husband he has to make me breakfast.”
Bree went off, laughing. Merle lay back and her hand crept under the covers to find the flowers. Thank goodness she wouldn’t see him again. Because she could very easily fall in love with him, and that most definitely would not end well.
The next day, Bree had planned them so much to do, Merle thought she wouldn’t have time to think about her wild night with Neon. However, it surprised her how often he crept into her thoughts. While walking around the Te Waimate Mission House, or watching the water tumbling at Rainbow Falls, the thought of him kissing her and the memory of his sandy skin under her fingertips kept popping into her head. Each time, it made her shiver, her cheeks flushing as she thought of how bold she’d been.
That night when she finally got to bed at Bree and Jake’s
She sighed and lay back, smiling. It had been such a fun evening, the best sex she’d ever had. It was a shame it was over, but at least she had some lovely memories to keep her warm.
She turned onto her right side and something scratched her arm beneath the covers. Lifting the duvet, she stared at the small bunch of wild flowers tied with a thin piece of flax that had been left there. She lifted them out, pressing them against her nose, inhaling the mild scent. He must have snuck in before he left and put them there. How sweet that he’d taken the time to pick them so early in the morning.
It was a good job she wasn’t seeing him again. Mr. Feral would be a very difficult man to get over, should you fall for him. Now she understood why Ella had made such a fuss.
At that moment Bree’s door opened and Merle covered the flowers, not wanting her sister to know about them, in spite of the fact that she had every intention of gloating over her recent sexual success.
“Morning.” Bree walked across to the bathroom.
“Morning.” Merle lay on her side, head propped on her hand, waiting for her sister to come out. When she did, Bree only had to take one look at Merle’s face for the penny to drop.
“No! Last night?”
Merle held up both hands, showing her ten fingers. “That’s a hundred bucks you owe me.”
“Twice!” Bree burst out laughing and came and sat on the bed. “You’re kidding me.”
“Nope.” Merle started giggling. “It was a bit of a squash in his tent though.”
Bree stared at her, open mouthed. “I’m shocked.”
“Well, it was your idea.”
“I’m so pleased for you.” She bent and hugged Merle, then drew back with eager eyes. “Tell me everything. Was he good?”
“Bree!”
“Come on, I want to know.”
“I don’t kiss and tell,” Merle said primly. Then she laughed. “But he was fantastic . Thank you so much for introducing us.”
“You are very welcome.” Bree’s eyes were mischievous. “But you’ve got three more to go to reach the golden three hundred dollars.”
Merle rolled her eyes and fell back on the bed, laughing. “It took all my courage to ask Neon—I don’t think I could do it again.”
Bree shrugged. “I didn’t say it had to be with five different men.”
Merle sobered. “Oh no. I couldn’t see him again. I…” Her voice tailed off. What was she trying to say? She thought about the flowers currently under the covers about two inches from Bree’s butt. “I don’t think that would be a good idea,” she finished lamely. “I don’t want to spoil it.”
“Spoil it?”
Merle smiled. “I know what sort of a man he is. A real heartbreaker, if ever I saw one. It was great fun and I enjoyed myself, but I’m content with the treat I’ve had.”
Bree’s eyes softened. “I understand. I’m glad you had a good time.” She kissed Merle’s forehead. “Now, are you able to get up, or are you going to walk like you’ve been horse-riding for a fortnight?”
Merle pushed her off the bed. “Don’t embarrass me. Go and tell your husband he has to make me breakfast.”
Bree went off, laughing. Merle lay back and her hand crept under the covers to find the flowers. Thank goodness she wouldn’t see him again. Because she could very easily fall in love with him, and that most definitely would not end well.
The next day, Bree had planned them so much to do, Merle thought she wouldn’t have time to think about her wild night with Neon. However, it surprised her how often he crept into her thoughts. While walking around the Te Waimate Mission House, or watching the water tumbling at Rainbow Falls, the thought of him kissing her and the memory of his sandy skin under her fingertips kept popping into her head. Each time, it made her shiver, her cheeks flushing as she thought of how bold she’d been.
That night when she finally got to bed at Bree and Jake’s
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