Page 12 of Sultry Summer

“I wish I could read your mind right now. I have a feeling it would be very educational.”

Huffing, I push him towards the diner. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”

He grins cheekily. And I fight the overwhelming urge to climb him like an overgrown, muscular tree.

The wind shifts and I glance back at the mountain. Little dust devils dance on the street and I shiver.

“Come on, sparkles. Let’s eat. And then I’ll show you around the resort if you want.”

I nod my head but inside I’m just wanting to see his room. See where he sleeps.

See where I’ll dream that he makes love to me tonight.

But I smile and let him lead me around until we get to the diner. We step inside and I groan when the smell of eggs and toast and pancakes hits me. He grins.

“I’m sensing that you’re about to ask for a giant stack of pancakes instead of bacon and eggs.”

I snort. “I like pancakes and french toast.”

He grunts as he helps me into a seat and then sits across from me. “You like sugar.”

I grin happily and order my pancakes happily. Along with an orange juice. “Nothing wrong with starting your day with sugary goodness.”

He shudders. “No thank you. I like my bacon and eggs. Maybe an omelet if I’m feeling like it. And my black coffee. Don’t you like coffee?”

“I like a good latte or cappuccino.”

He crinkles up his face. “Jesus. More sugar.”

I grin at him. “Absolutely. It’s the way to my heart.”

“It’s the way to a heart attack or diabetes.”

“Pfft! Don’t say things like that. I’m very good most of the time. If I’m eating at home I just have some toast and my fancy machine makes killer cappuccinos.”

“Well, I suppose that’s slightly better.”

“Alright. Now that you’ve groused about my weakness, what’s yours?” I ask him, pouring a mountain of syrup on my pancakes that the waitress just brought. Hunter digs into his eggs and lifts a brow at me.

“What makes you think I have a weakness?”

“Everybody has a weakness,” I grin, taking a huge bite and watching his blue eyes darken to stormy skies. My pussy clenches and I suck in a startled breath.

His full lips part in a wicked smile. “I guess if I had to pick a weakness, it’s sassy little brunettes.”

I point my fork at him and swallow roughly. “That’s cheating. I want a real answer.”

He sighs and sits back. “I guess my weakness has always been staying in one place. I feel this urge to roam. To see new things, meet new people, explore.”

My throat gets tight and I fight to swallow my food. “Yeah,” I answer roughly. “I feel that way sometimes too. But I can’t go anywhere. My cousins need me.”

He reaches out and catches my hand. “If you want to go somewhere why don’t you just tell them?”

“Because they still think of me like a little kid!” I huff. “If I try to leave the next thing I know, there’s going to be some emergency that means I need to stay here and help out. And I know they’re already working up to it because Harper’s pregnant and won’t admit it but when she does, she’s gonna need rest. And she’s been feeling so sick. Fee can’t do it all alone.”

“The place looks like it’s doing well enough that she could hire someone to help out and you could go.”

“Yeah. If only,” I mutter.