grandmother’s famous chicken soup along with extra salty-caramel hot chocolate for dinner. The guys would probably appreciate the heat.
She glanced out the window over the sink and giggled as they chased each other around the driveway, which they’d spent the last few hours clearing, embroiled in a massive snowball fight. Damn, they looked more scrumptious than the meal she assembled as they ran, dodged, tackled and shouted. Their open coats and soaked jeans would chill quickly in the setting sun.
The storm had passed sometime during the night. A little more than two feet of fluffy white precipitation had added up. After a few hours lounging around, telling stories of the years they’d known each other and asking about her history, the three men had paced the cabin, stir crazy.
Accustomed to physical exertion, they didn’t do well idle.
She’d hinted at a million naughty ways to pass the time. If they noticed her innuendo, they’d done a brilliant job of hiding it. By mid-afternoon they’d decided to shovel the deck and porch to relieve the weight from the structure. They hadn’t stopped until tidy paths led from the house to the generator and to the wood shed. The entire driveway had been cleared too.
The soup pot began to bubble, demanding her attention.
Not long after she’d dropped in chunks of onion and carrots, the back door opened and a racket the likes of which her little house had never known pre-crew echoed through her laundry room. Boots clattered to the hardwood floor. Curses followed when clumps of snow landed on bare skin.
“Leave everything in there and I’ll wash it,” she shouted over the ruckus of three men in a tiny room.
“Thanks, Kay.” Neil grinned as he emerged first, chaffing his arms. “I’m gonna grab a shower.
Fucking freezing.”
“If you’re cold, please put some clothes on. You don’t have to be naked all the time because I’m a naturist.” She peeked over her shoulder at James and Dave, who followed shortly after their friend.
“Just don’t check out my package for a few minutes, all right?” Dave cupped his palm over his crotch.
He grinned as he strode to her bar and kicked out a stool.
James disappeared with Neil. The patter of the shower kicked on a few seconds later.
“Aprons don’t count as clothes?” Dave gave a low whistle when she spun toward her meal in progress. White canvas framed her ass, putting it on display for the man lounging at the counter.
“Safety first.” She winked at him as she passed by, intending to retrieve a lid from the storage space beneath the bar.
He snagged her around the waist and drew her to his side. His broad hands surrounded her cheeks, his fingers massaging the back of her head as he kissed her with a double dose of sugar and a hint of spice.
“What was that for?” She sighed, her heart skipping a beat.
“Your apron says, ‘Kiss the cook!’”
She glanced down at her chest and laughed. “I guess it does, doesn’t it?”
Was it too much to hope the easy familiarity they’d enhanced over the past day would last? The guys hadn’t touched her since their wake-up fun—which had led straight to a mid-morning nap—at least not with intent to set her non-existent panties on fire.
Were they showing her there was more to their friendship than sex, or had they already gotten all they wanted?
“Dinner should be ready in fifteen minutes or less. I’ll get the laundry going as soon as I set this to simmer.”
“You don’t have to wait on us, baby.” He smiled. “Though, I’ll admit it’s kind of nice.”
“I don’t mind.” She didn’t lie. Making a home for the men felt right. Someday, she hoped for a family of her own to pamper. Until then, she’d have the guests at the spa. Making people comfortable was a gift of hers.
“Probably not a bad idea either.” Dave rubbed the back of his neck. “Mike called about an hour ago.
Looks like they’re making decent progress on clearing the roads. He
She glanced out the window over the sink and giggled as they chased each other around the driveway, which they’d spent the last few hours clearing, embroiled in a massive snowball fight. Damn, they looked more scrumptious than the meal she assembled as they ran, dodged, tackled and shouted. Their open coats and soaked jeans would chill quickly in the setting sun.
The storm had passed sometime during the night. A little more than two feet of fluffy white precipitation had added up. After a few hours lounging around, telling stories of the years they’d known each other and asking about her history, the three men had paced the cabin, stir crazy.
Accustomed to physical exertion, they didn’t do well idle.
She’d hinted at a million naughty ways to pass the time. If they noticed her innuendo, they’d done a brilliant job of hiding it. By mid-afternoon they’d decided to shovel the deck and porch to relieve the weight from the structure. They hadn’t stopped until tidy paths led from the house to the generator and to the wood shed. The entire driveway had been cleared too.
The soup pot began to bubble, demanding her attention.
Not long after she’d dropped in chunks of onion and carrots, the back door opened and a racket the likes of which her little house had never known pre-crew echoed through her laundry room. Boots clattered to the hardwood floor. Curses followed when clumps of snow landed on bare skin.
“Leave everything in there and I’ll wash it,” she shouted over the ruckus of three men in a tiny room.
“Thanks, Kay.” Neil grinned as he emerged first, chaffing his arms. “I’m gonna grab a shower.
Fucking freezing.”
“If you’re cold, please put some clothes on. You don’t have to be naked all the time because I’m a naturist.” She peeked over her shoulder at James and Dave, who followed shortly after their friend.
“Just don’t check out my package for a few minutes, all right?” Dave cupped his palm over his crotch.
He grinned as he strode to her bar and kicked out a stool.
James disappeared with Neil. The patter of the shower kicked on a few seconds later.
“Aprons don’t count as clothes?” Dave gave a low whistle when she spun toward her meal in progress. White canvas framed her ass, putting it on display for the man lounging at the counter.
“Safety first.” She winked at him as she passed by, intending to retrieve a lid from the storage space beneath the bar.
He snagged her around the waist and drew her to his side. His broad hands surrounded her cheeks, his fingers massaging the back of her head as he kissed her with a double dose of sugar and a hint of spice.
“What was that for?” She sighed, her heart skipping a beat.
“Your apron says, ‘Kiss the cook!’”
She glanced down at her chest and laughed. “I guess it does, doesn’t it?”
Was it too much to hope the easy familiarity they’d enhanced over the past day would last? The guys hadn’t touched her since their wake-up fun—which had led straight to a mid-morning nap—at least not with intent to set her non-existent panties on fire.
Were they showing her there was more to their friendship than sex, or had they already gotten all they wanted?
“Dinner should be ready in fifteen minutes or less. I’ll get the laundry going as soon as I set this to simmer.”
“You don’t have to wait on us, baby.” He smiled. “Though, I’ll admit it’s kind of nice.”
“I don’t mind.” She didn’t lie. Making a home for the men felt right. Someday, she hoped for a family of her own to pamper. Until then, she’d have the guests at the spa. Making people comfortable was a gift of hers.
“Probably not a bad idea either.” Dave rubbed the back of his neck. “Mike called about an hour ago.
Looks like they’re making decent progress on clearing the roads. He
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