Four Weddings and a Swamp Boat Tour - Erin Nicholas Page 0,9
and, dammit, the way she’d missed him over the past week, made it all sound like exactly what she needed though.
“How long is a while? Because a solid week or two would be great. If there’s like a cabin out there somewhere…” She waved her hand in the general direction of the bayou. “I’d be down for that.”
His eyes went hot again, and he leaned in to kiss her quickly. “That sounds like heaven on earth.”
Tingles raced over her body. This guy had a powerful physical effect on her that she still wasn’t used to.
“So we can do that? Right now?”
He chuckled and leaned back. “I wish. But there aren’t many corners of the bayou that my family doesn’t know. And the corners with cabins, they’re definitely aware of.”
“Damn.” It had sounded too good to be true but still, damn.
“But,” he went on. “They won’t chase us out to where I’m takin’ you. They’ll wait for us to come back.”
“They’ll be sure that we will?”
“Well, there’s no seafood pot pie or bread pudding out there.” He slammed the door closed.
She watched him round the front of the truck and then slide behind the wheel. “You’ll always come home for seafood pot pie and bread pudding?” she asked.
He gave her a grin. “Always.” He started the truck and shifted into drive, starting around the side of the house.
“It’s that good?”
“It’s good. But it’s an even better cover.”
“Cover?”
“For how much I just like bein’ at home, sittin’ around with all of them.”
She lifted her brows. “This from the man who was going to move to Iowa last week.”
He stopped at the end of his driveway and gave her an assessing look. Several seconds ticked by. Then he nodded. “Makes you really think about what Iowa had that I wanted so badly, huh?”
Whoa. She frowned. “Dammit, Mitch. I told you I didn’t want anything serious.”
“Yet, here you are.” He pulled onto the street.
“I came for the wedding. Like I said I would.”
“Three weeks early.”
“I got proposed to again.”
He stomped on the brake, stopping right in the middle of the street. Her hand flew up to brace against the dash.
“What?” he demanded.
She nodded. “At Josie’s wedding. A guy I’ve known forever. Asked me to dance, and then worked his way up to ‘you know, we’re both single’.”
Mitch shoved a hand through his hair. “Jesus,” he muttered.
“I turned him down,” she offered.
Mitch lifted a brow. “You better fucking have.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
There was something about that firm, possessive answer that made her wiggle on her seat. Not out of discomfort but because she felt stirrings of desire.
Guys being jealous and possessive did not turn her on.
Supposedly.
“So, you got proposed to.” He said it as if disgusted and resigned at the same time. “You said no. Got in your car. And came here.”
“Pretty much.”
“So you’re hiding out.”
She swallowed. “Pretty much.”
“Do they know where you are?”
“Whitney and Piper will. Eventually.”
“What about your family?”
“I’ll tell them I’m in Louisiana.”
“Will you tell them why?”
She lifted her chin. “I’ll tell them I came down here for Tori’s wedding and decided to stay a little longer.”
“What will they think about you being here with me?” he pressed.
She wet her lips. “I’m not sure I’ll mention you.”
He blew out a breath and focused his gaze out the windshield. “You’re staying with me.”
It wasn’t really a question, and she again felt ribbons of heat. Mitch Landry was laid-back. He was the definition of easy-going. He was charming and wanted to pitch in to help however he could. He’d been in Appleby for about thirty minutes before he’d been volunteering to help fix a furnace, a few roofs, and the wiring in the town square. He’d also been accepting of her relationship rule. Which was No Relationships.
Well, her two relationship rules. One: No Relationships. Two: No Marriage Proposals.
In her experience, it didn’t actually take a relationship for her to get a marriage proposal.
But now, the more possessive and bossier Mitch was kind of doing it for her.
She nodded. “I’d like to stay with you.”
He looked at her again. “Spare room or my room?”
Okay, so he was just going to lay that out there. “I’ve only been here for a few minutes. Should we talk about—”
“Are you here because you want a friend or because you want orgasms?”
Her eyes widened. Then narrowed. Fine. If they were just going to dive right in here…
“Both,” she said. “Friends with orgasms.”
He held her gaze for several beats. “Okay.”
Just okay.
She’d never been around a guy who was so accepting of what