Eligible Receiver (Men of Fall #3)- S.R. Grey Page 0,20

says, “We should check out some other viewing points. This brochure has a long list of places to stop and take photos.”

“Sure.” I nod. “Let’s do it.”

Despite my enthusiastic tone, a part of me feels sad. I’m starting to really dislike this friends-only crap. It gets harder every day for me to pretend like I’m not attracted to Becca, insanely attracted to her. Not to mention, my feelings for her have grown stronger as I’ve gotten to know her.

I really care about this girl.

But what can I do?

This is how she wants us to be—friends only.

Sighing resignedly, I hold out my arm. “Okay, lead the way.”

I follow Becca to the next great viewing point, just as I will continue to follow her in the path of this relationship.

For some reason, though, I have a strong suspicion there’s about to be a detour.

No, Not Snow!

This day is turning out to be so much fun and much more than I expected. I knew Lars and I would have a good time, as we always do, but this is next level.

I guess it was good to get away.

One thing, it’s giving me a new perspective on things.

I enjoyed the drive up to New York and Canada with Lars, and I’ve absolutely loved checking out Niagara Falls with him. But I’ve realized something, something I’ve been running from.

Despite all my friends-only rules, I’ve slowly been falling for Lars Samuels.

As in, I love him.

There’s no denying there’s just something really fantastic between us. It’s more than just how well we get along, which is amazing. But friendship aside, that sexual energy that’s been there from the start has only grown stronger.

That’s why I had to move away from him on the observation deck. Otherwise, I might have done something foolish.

And now he wants a selfie.

I stand a reasonable distance away as he snaps the pic. I then crack a joke about Instagram and how he could post the photo if he had an account.

And then he shows me the selfie.

Damn, we look like a couple in love.

I quickly turn my attention to the guide book, and soon we move to a different viewing spot.

Only problem is, even though I’m standing a few safe feet away, the pull is still there, urging me to close the gap.

Oh, what the hell.

The fight in me is waning.

I inch a little closer to Lars, testing the waters.

But before I can gauge whether this is a wise move or not, my whole plan is washed out, like literally, when it starts to rain.

Damn it!

It’s not just a shower; it’s a freaking deluge.

“Shit, crap.” I yank my jacket hood up over my head, not that it helps much.

Lars does the same, hollering over the pounding rain, “I thought only light showers were in the forecast.”

As we desperately glance left and right, seeking some kind of shelter, I yell back, “Clearly the weather people were wrong.”

Laughing, he remarks, “Isn’t that usually the case?”

Spotting an open cafe around the corner, I point in that direction and say, “Should we head over there?”

“Absolutely,” Lars replies.

We make a run for it.

Once we’re inside the cafe, shaking rainwater from our jackets, he says, “This looks like a good spot to wait out this storm.”

“Definitely.” I pull my hood down, running my fingers through my damp hair. “I think this is perfect. We can even get something warm to drink.”

“Sounds good,” he says.

We find two seats at the counter and, when the waitress comes by, we order two hot coffees.

While we’re waiting, I take out my phone and check for updates on the weather.

Once I read the forecast, I murmur, “Crap.”

“What’s wrong?” Lars asks.

In a tone filled with pure dread, I reply, “Snow. Snow is on the way.”

The coffees arrive, and he holds up his cup.

As he’s about to take a sip, he says, “Wait. I thought the temps were staying in the fifties.”

“Ah, that’s obviously changed.” I turn the phone around so Lars can see the bad news for himself.

“Fuck,” he grinds out.

Turning the phone back my way, I say, “I better turn on the alerts. I could’ve caught this had I done so earlier. Anyway, here’s the full forecast. The temperature is falling. It should drop into the low thirties within the next hour.” I look over at him. “That means this rain will turn to snow real freaking soon.”

Frowning but still looking gorgeous, especially with how his dark hair is all messy and damp, Lars says, “I suck at driving in the snow. I’m