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He sighed and kissed her forehead.
"When you asked me out…"
He really didn't know where she was going with this. When had he asked her out?
She rubbed her hand down his arm, squeezing his biceps. "That first day of college. I was so scared you'd overwhelm me."
"What?" He could picture that day as clear as if it were yesterday. He'd seen her across the Green like she was a vision, a flashback to camp. Her hair had been shorter, but it was the same heavy golden waves that made him think of summer and racing to the raft in the middle of the lake.
She'd been wearing a flower print dress, with a jean jacket on top and Doc Marten boots on her feet. She'd looked so cool compared to him, way more grown-up, and he'd stumbled all over his words.
Then he'd asked her out, and in doing so, he'd found his first real courage in life. He'd known she wasn't sure, but he'd thought it was because he was a dork.
"I could never…" He was going to say he couldn't dim her light, but he had, hadn't he? After they'd married? And she'd had to break free from him to find it again.
He pressed his forehead against hers. Under the blanket, heads touching, they formed a secret space. He found her hand and squeezed it there, between them.
"I'm sorry," he said. Enough denial. It was time to forgive and move on. Forgive each other, and themselves, for the mistakes of the past. "I love you. And I'm here now."
She smiled at him. "I'm glad."
"That's the first step." He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed the soft skin just above her knuckles.
"I'm always going to want to live in the woods."
"And I'm always going to want you. We'll make it work."
Chapter 10
H eather hummed as she took another bite of her noodles. She’d missed Thai food. If she could only bring one thing to the small town of Briarsted from the city, it would be their favorite takeout restaurant.
Michael cleared his throat. “I’m beginning to get a little jealous. Those noodles are getting the look you usually reserve for me.” Michael thumped his foot against hers. “I hope you and pad thai will be very happy together.”
They were lolling around, half-dressed in her—their—condo in Baltimore, eating takeout and planning cabin repairs. Michael had gone over to his apartment to pack a couple of bags. Eventually they'd need to move his stuff back into the condo, and up to the camp.
Tomorrow, he was going to resign. She could hardly believe it.
She’d come with him for moral support.
And noodles.
She set her empty container on the coffee table. “Any chef we hire has to be able to pass a pad thai test or they don’t get the job.”
“Yes, because pad thai is a well-known campfire staple.”
“Says the man who just tried to convince me we needed a gym in the lodge. Because why hike the nearby forest when you can jog in place like a hamster for twenty-five minutes?”
Michael laughed and took a drink of his wine. “I didn’t say I would use it. But you know stodgy corporate types. They like their routine.”
Heather pushed the notebook off his lap so she could straddle him. “Yes, I know all about those corporate stodgy types.” She leaned and smelled his neck before she nipped the place where it met his shoulder.
Michael responded by snaking his other hand up her t-shirt. She rolled her hips and sighed. He felt so damn good.
“Mrs. Tully, you are insatiable.” Michael pulled her shirt up and over her head, feasting on her breasts while she untangled her arms from the shirt.
“I know. I feel like a character in a porno. I’m turned on all the time.” And she was. The last few days were like a second honeymoon. They would talk business for a few minutes and then next thing she knew, they were naked again. She had a feeling that Camp Firefly Falls might have more of a hedonistic edge to it by the time they were done getting it up and running. She’d love it if people fell in love there—or fell back in love—and hell, what was the use of going
"When you asked me out…"
He really didn't know where she was going with this. When had he asked her out?
She rubbed her hand down his arm, squeezing his biceps. "That first day of college. I was so scared you'd overwhelm me."
"What?" He could picture that day as clear as if it were yesterday. He'd seen her across the Green like she was a vision, a flashback to camp. Her hair had been shorter, but it was the same heavy golden waves that made him think of summer and racing to the raft in the middle of the lake.
She'd been wearing a flower print dress, with a jean jacket on top and Doc Marten boots on her feet. She'd looked so cool compared to him, way more grown-up, and he'd stumbled all over his words.
Then he'd asked her out, and in doing so, he'd found his first real courage in life. He'd known she wasn't sure, but he'd thought it was because he was a dork.
"I could never…" He was going to say he couldn't dim her light, but he had, hadn't he? After they'd married? And she'd had to break free from him to find it again.
He pressed his forehead against hers. Under the blanket, heads touching, they formed a secret space. He found her hand and squeezed it there, between them.
"I'm sorry," he said. Enough denial. It was time to forgive and move on. Forgive each other, and themselves, for the mistakes of the past. "I love you. And I'm here now."
She smiled at him. "I'm glad."
"That's the first step." He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed the soft skin just above her knuckles.
"I'm always going to want to live in the woods."
"And I'm always going to want you. We'll make it work."
Chapter 10
H eather hummed as she took another bite of her noodles. She’d missed Thai food. If she could only bring one thing to the small town of Briarsted from the city, it would be their favorite takeout restaurant.
Michael cleared his throat. “I’m beginning to get a little jealous. Those noodles are getting the look you usually reserve for me.” Michael thumped his foot against hers. “I hope you and pad thai will be very happy together.”
They were lolling around, half-dressed in her—their—condo in Baltimore, eating takeout and planning cabin repairs. Michael had gone over to his apartment to pack a couple of bags. Eventually they'd need to move his stuff back into the condo, and up to the camp.
Tomorrow, he was going to resign. She could hardly believe it.
She’d come with him for moral support.
And noodles.
She set her empty container on the coffee table. “Any chef we hire has to be able to pass a pad thai test or they don’t get the job.”
“Yes, because pad thai is a well-known campfire staple.”
“Says the man who just tried to convince me we needed a gym in the lodge. Because why hike the nearby forest when you can jog in place like a hamster for twenty-five minutes?”
Michael laughed and took a drink of his wine. “I didn’t say I would use it. But you know stodgy corporate types. They like their routine.”
Heather pushed the notebook off his lap so she could straddle him. “Yes, I know all about those corporate stodgy types.” She leaned and smelled his neck before she nipped the place where it met his shoulder.
Michael responded by snaking his other hand up her t-shirt. She rolled her hips and sighed. He felt so damn good.
“Mrs. Tully, you are insatiable.” Michael pulled her shirt up and over her head, feasting on her breasts while she untangled her arms from the shirt.
“I know. I feel like a character in a porno. I’m turned on all the time.” And she was. The last few days were like a second honeymoon. They would talk business for a few minutes and then next thing she knew, they were naked again. She had a feeling that Camp Firefly Falls might have more of a hedonistic edge to it by the time they were done getting it up and running. She’d love it if people fell in love there—or fell back in love—and hell, what was the use of going
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