started on the other three yet, but this one’s done and it’ll make a nice stand-alone place for him when he moves out of the main house. I’ll hate to have him leave, but at least he won’t be half a country away.”
Zinger delivered, her mom gave them the general layout. The cabin wasn’t big by any means, but there was a living room with a fireplace, galley kitchen, a bathroom, and a closed door at the end of the narrow hallway had to be the bedroom.
“So this is your place for the week,” Stephanie said. “Towels are under the sink, sheets are on the bed, and the hot water heater is small so don’t go taking any long showers.”
“There’s only one bedroom.” Hadley, her eyes rounded, turned to her mom. “I thought Will would be staying in the barn.”
“Nope, that’s booked up, too. The older cousins are all up in the loft like it’s a giant sleepover.” Stephanie looked from her daughter to Will and back again. “Is there something you want to tell me, Hadley? I figured since you guys are close enough for you to bring him out here for the wedding, it would be okay. The couch folds out into a bed.”
Okay, he’d already checked out the couch in the living room and even when it was transformed into a bed, his feet would be hanging off by at least a foot, but he’d live.
“This seems perfect to me,” he said, draping his arm across Hadley’s shoulders and twirling a strand of her silky brown hair around his finger. “Don’t you think, Trigger?”
Hadley gave a stiff nod as she “accidentally” stepped on his foot again.
“Okay, I’ll leave you two to it, then,” Stephanie said, heading toward the front door. “Dinner’s at six. Don’t be late.”
They held the pose until her mom was out of sight of the cabin’s front window, and then they broke apart—not that there was really anywhere either could go. They were for all intents and purposes trapped together in a tiny cabin for the next week.
Hands on her hips, mouth formed into a flat line, Hadley didn’t even give him the opportunity to say anything. “The couch is yours.”
He had already been planning on taking the couch, but admitting that seemed like the wrong move in this game. So instead, he did the one thing that would drive her straight up the wall—he gave her a slow smile and tipped his hat in her direction. “Whatever you say.”
If she had been anyone else, he would have very much enjoyed the sight of her ass in those tight jeans as she turned in a huff and strutted down the hall. As it was, she was Hadley and he was Will and there was no common ground there—even for ass appreciation.
The last thing he expected was to see her marching back his way a few seconds later, looking like she was about to smite him. “There’s no bed. The whole room is filled with Knox’s tools and workbench.”
Will glanced down at the couch that had just gone up in value about a million percent. He sat down on it lengthwise, his boots hanging over one armrest, and settled back, using the other armrest as a pillow. He tilted his hat down and closed his eyes.
“Guess you should’ve called the couch,” he said, not bothering to hide his smirk.
Chapter Seven
Hadley cracked her eyes open. What parts of her body weren’t heavy with sleep were aching from the uncomfortable crash of consciousness—calling it a nap was too generous—in the single overstuffed chair in the living room. She had no idea how much time had passed, but the sky had turned pinky orange and the scent of hamburgers on the grill was wafting in from the open window.
“Welcome back to the world of the not-currently-snoring,” Will said from his spot on the couch. “I’ve never heard anything like it before. It was like the cross-harbor train was hiccupping but louder.”
Ignoring the fact that his light-brown hair was mussed to just the right amount of took-a-nap-but-am-still-crazy-hot, the deep dimple in his cheek as he grinned at her, and the way his shirt clung to his muscular chest—okay, mostly ignoring it—she lifted her chin.
“I don’t snore,” she said, a declaration that probably would have carried more weight if she hadn’t been trying to subtly dab at the drool on the corner of her mouth while she said it.
“I thought you might say that.” He got up from the couch