even possible. Afterward, he held her close and tried to think of something he could say that could properly convey all that he was feeling. But then he felt her relax in his arms, her breathing deepening, and he realized she’d gone back to sleep.
He closed his eyes and released a deep breath of his own, more relaxed than he could remember being, yet still on edge when he thought about where all of this might be leading. Paradise or disaster? He had no freaking clue, and he hated that.
CHAPTER 7
The sap is just starting to trickle, and I’m in the sap shed turning on the vacuum pump. This pump is ten horsepower large and supplies vacuum to all of our ten thousand tubing taps. That and the reverse-osmosis machine are the reason we bring in generators during the season.
—Colton Abbott’s sugaring journal, March 1
C ameron and Will took their time traveling across Northern Vermont, stopping around noon to buy sandwiches and drinks that they took to a park in Waterbury. They fed the dogs from the bag of dog food Will had brought with them and let them romp around in the open field while they ate. Tanner and Trevor came over to their blanket every so often to check in and nose around for smells. Will rewarded them with a potato chip each time.
“They are so spoiled,” Cameron commented after Trevor had returned a third time for another chip.
“No, they aren’t. They’re well trained and obedient.”
She snorted with laughter. “Is that what you tell yourself when they won’t stand still and let you towel them off when they come inside soaking wet?”
“That’s a rare instance of disobedience, and P.S. no one is perfect.”
You are
, she wanted to say as she took a good long look at him. The blond highlights in his honey-colored hair were particularly golden in the afternoon sunshine, his arms were tanned from shirtless hours outside and his muscles bulged from the way he sat, partially reclined on his outstretched arms. Yes, he was indeed perfect in every way that mattered to her.
“What’re you looking at over there?”
“You.”
His brows narrowed suspiciously. “What about me?”
“Everything about you.”
“That’s a pretty broad answer.”
“I love everything about you, and I particularly love looking at you. Is that better?”
He stared at her for a long moment before reaching for her hand and bringing it to his lips. “I love everything about you, too. I feel like I’m living in some sort of dream come true since you moved in with me. And then you say something like that, and it gets even better than it already was. How is that possible?”
She leaned forward and kissed him, tipping her head to delve deeper when he hooked an arm around her to keep her from getting away. Somehow she wound up reclined on the blanket as one kiss became two and two became three. Trevor’s cold wet nose between them finally interrupted the moment, making them laugh.
“Damn it, Trev.” Will scratched the dog’s ears while also pushing him back. “You need to leave me alone when I’m kissing my girl.”
Trevor whined as he always did on the rare instances when Will actually chastised him.
“It’s probably just as well that he saved us from making a spectacle of ourselves in a public park,” Cameron said.
Will gathered up their trash and put it in the brown bag their lunch had come in. “It’s your fault.”
“How is it my fault?”
“You say awesome things to me, and then you kiss me until I forget where I am.” He got up and offered her his hand to help her.
Laughing, Cameron took his outstretched hand. “I believe you were a willing participant in the kissing.”
He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her again. “You bet your ass I was.”
“I don’t want to bet my ass. I might lose it, and my boyfriend tells me he loves it.”
The low growl that came from Will made both dogs bark.
Cameron lost it laughing and took off running for the truck with the dogs in hot pursuit. A
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