Page 59 of Cowboy Mountain Man

Everything except the things I’ve left at Harlan’s. A toothbrush. A sweater. Half a bag of coffee I bought after deciding his required intervention.

He follows my gaze. “When’s your next job?”

“Tuesday.”

“New Hampshire?”

I nod. “Four days. Maybe five.”

He takes a drink.

I wait.

He looks toward the movers. Then back at me. “That’s a long drive today.”

“I could leave in the morning.”

“You could.”

My stomach sinks a little. Not because he’s pushing me away. Because he isn’t asking.

He’s been so careful with me since the rescue. Offering choices. Giving me room. Making sure every door is one I can open.

I love that about him.

At the moment, I would also enjoy a little less restraint.

“The inn has a room,” I say.

His gaze comes back to mine.

“You don’t need it.”

“Why?”

He sets his cup on the counter. Then takes mine.

“Harlan, I was drinking that.”

“I’ll give it back.”

He steps closer. His hand settles at my waist. “Come home with me.”

I look up at him. “For tonight?”

“For as long as you want.”

Thank goodness.

My fingers curl against his shirt. “What happens Tuesday?”

“You go to work.”

“And after?”

“You tell me what you want.”

I swallow.