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Chapter 7

It almost didn’t matter what condition this brown beauty was about to give Hunter. He was all in. The chair he had been sleeping in had given him a literal pain in his neck and back.

Between uncomfortable naps, he had checked in with the airlines religiously for updates. The flight that he was supposed to go out on in the morning had now been pushed back to sometime in the afternoon. The fact that all of his frat brothers had reached their warmer destinations made Hunter even more miserable. Chey’s condition would give him hope if nothing else.

He watched her pretty glossed lips as she spoke.

“I’m working on a very important project and I really need to be able to concentrate. If you can keep distractions to a minimum, then you can have that extra room.”

Hunter was ready to follow her to the cozy villa and already anticipated a decent night’s sleep. It wouldn’t have mattered if she had told him that the condition meant he’d have to sleep hanging from the rafters upside down like a bat; it had to be better than the lobby, which now resembled a New York train station filled with homeless people seeking shelter in the dead of the winter.

Hunter noticed her hesitation even as she offered him the invitation and completely understood.

“I appreciate this very much and will be sure to respect your space. I’ll stay out of your way as much as possible. I have to get to the airport early anyway, so hopefully, I won’t be too much of a bother.” He said what he hoped. If his flight got pushed back any further, he could be looking at another day in the mountains. He’d hate to have to impose on her any further, but after sleeping on the memory foam mattress in the room, he couldn’t possibly go back to the hard chair with the worn cushions.

“Agreed?” Chey asked after he was done.

“Huh? Oh. Yes. Agreed!” Hunter took Chey’s outstretched hand and shook it vigorously even though he had heard only part of what she’d said. The prospect of sleep took over his mind and senses, but he didn’t miss the spark that he felt when he touched her hand again. “I’ll keep my noise to a minimum. I’m not a serial killer or a nutcase, so I’ll do my best not to creep you out, and I certainly don’t mind taking the smaller room.” He summed up her statements and tried to reassure her with a little humor at the same time. He also chose to blatantly ignore the electric current that circulated in his gut. He wondered if she’d felt it. Was it real or a figment of his weary mind?

Chey drew in a deep breath and sighed. “Okay. So...let’s go.”

Chey turned on her boot heel and headed out of the reception area with Hunter and his bags happily in tow.

With Chey walking in front of him, Hunter had a full view of her backside, which curved perfectly. Having no intention of making a move on this considerate woman, despite the fact that she was quite beautiful, Hunter shook his head, shaking away inappropriate thoughts. Tricia came to mind briefly and Hunter was reminded of the fact that he’d just recently written off futile encounters. Not that he was looking to get married, but he no longer wanted to waste time on relationships that he knew wouldn’t blossom into something meaningful. Watching his younger brother Blake’s and Cadence’s relationship bloom made Hunter desire substance over trysts.

Raising a brow, he wondered why the concept of a relationship had even come up with this woman. Focus. This is just one night.

“Here we are,” Chey said as she opened the villa door. “I was going to have some tea. I can make a cup for you if you’d like.”

“I’m fine, thanks. I’ll just head to the room and get settled. You will hardly know I’m here,” Hunter said. He put his bags in the corner and removed his shoes before returning to the living room. Chey looked down at his sock-covered feet.

“Make yourself comfortable, why don’t ya?” She chuckled.

Hunter looked down and laughed. Truthfully, he was quite comfortable since he had just spent the week in that same room. “I guess I already did.” The laugh they shared eased some of the tension that engulfed the atmosphere. “Mind if I watch the news? I’ll keep the volume low.”

Chey shrugged. “Sure. Go ahead. I’ll be in my room.”

“Thanks!” Hunter grabbed the remote and the TV came to life. It was on the same news channel that he and his frat brothers had watched earlier. The snow wasn’t letting up and they were now reporting power outages in the area. The chances of his getting home the next afternoon looked grimmer.

Hunter flopped back on the couch and groaned. With no laptop, books to read or any real entertainment, he felt caged. Letting the TV stay on for background noise, Hunter flipped through his phone, swiping through social media profiles until he got bored. Getting up from the couch, he walked over to examine the bookshelf, sparsely stocked with complimentary reads. After skimming the few titles that were there and not finding anything of interest, he headed to the kitchen to reheat the leftover water that Chey had used to make her tea.

He went back to the couch and flipped through several channels. Nothing on TV grabbed his attention, so he put the remote down once again. Chey hadn’t come out of the room. Hunter wondered what she was doing in there. He flipped back to the news.

Something roared outside the villa. Chey came running into the living room. Hunter stood to his feet.

“Oh my goodness! Was that an animal?” Chey shrieked.

“Actually, I think it was the wind,” Hunter replied as he took cautious steps toward the window. The cover of night had made a stormy sky even darker. Hunter couldn’t see a thing. When he stepped back from the window, he bumped into Chey, who had been leaning over behind him as he peered through the wood blinds.”

“Oopsie.” Chey flashed a sheepish grin.

Hunter knew the sound had rattled her. “Maybe I should take a look outside.” Chey’s evident fear put Hunter in protector mode.

Guardedly, he opened the villa door. The cold wind whirled aggressively as if to push its way inside. Hunter drew back away from the frigid air. He stepped aside, closing the door, and once again bumped into Chey peering over his shoulder. He couldn’t help his laugh.

Chey rolled her eyes as if she was embarrassed by her behavior. “Sorry.”

“No problem. Let me grab my coat and boots.” Hunter stepped around her and retrieved his hat, gloves and coat from the bedroom. “Stay inside,” he instructed as he pulled his gloves on before going out into the piercing cold. Taking a quick look around the outside, Hunter didn’t see anything threatening. The wind whirled again with a loud rumble, rustling the trees and tossing snow into Hunter’s face. Large cold flakes stung his cheeks and filled his eyes so he could hardly see. He felt his way back, and the door opened as soon as he got to it.

Chey stood on the inside. She wiped his face with her hands, helping to clear the snow from his eyes. He felt that spark again. This time he couldn’t write it off as part of his imagination. It was definitely real. Again he wondered if Chey felt it, too.

Chey helped him out of his coat, which had been covered in snow in the short amount of time that he’d been outside. Hunter stomped the snow from his feet as Chey shook the wetness from his coat.

“Looks like it’s getting worse,” she said.

“Yeah!” Hunter blew hot air into his hands and rubbed them together.

“I just hope it passes by in the morning so I can get home.”

“Yeah.” That was Chey’s only response.

For a few moments, they remained close, moving about in an uncomfortable silence.

“Um...here’s your coat.” Chey held it out toward him.

“Yeah,” Hunter said. They danced a few awkward steps around each other as Chey moved one way and then the other trying to get out of Hunter’s path to the coatrack.

“I guess I’ll get back to work,” she finally said.

“Okay.” Hunter walked back toward the couch. He really didn’t want to go back to being bored, but he also didn’t want to bother Chey. “I was going to heat up more water. Would you like more tea?” he asked before she disappeared into the room. It was all he could come up with to make some conversation. The lack of communication was killing him and he was tired of swiping through his timeline on Facebook. He wished he had brought his laptop with him, but he’d insisted on enjoying his vacation and leaving work behind.

“Oh, sure. Let me get my cup.” Chey dipped into the room and reappeared quickly.

Hunter walked over to the island where the cooktop was positioned in the center. “It didn’t whistle yet, but I’m sure it’s hot enough. I’m gonna have hot chocolate. You still want tea?” he said, making a subtle suggestion.

“Hot chocolate sounds good.”

Hunter poured two cups and handed the first to Chey.

“Hmm.” Chey gripped the mug in both hands, sipped and rolled her head back as she took in the savory sweetness.

“It’s good, right?” Hunter said, taking in the lines of her neck.

“Perfect. It’s been my favorite since I was a kid,” she said with her eyes still closed.

“Yes, it is perfect.” Hunter agreed, but he wasn’t just referring to the cocoa. Tearing his gaze away from her, Hunter walked over to the couch, sat and started flipping channels again. “Let me know if you’d like another cup. I’ll bring it in to you.”

“I think I’m done for the night.” Chey sat on the arm of the sofa at the opposite end from where Hunter was parked. “What are you watching?”

“Just torturing myself with all the weather reports.”

“Oh.” She slid down onto the couch. “I can imagine. Bad for you, but I guess it’s good for me since I’m scheduled for a ski lesson in the morning.”

“You’ve never skied before?”

Chey sipped her steaming cocoa and shook her head. “First time.”

“It’s a workout. Look forward to being sore. You’ll definitely want to take a nice soak in that supersize tub they have in the bathroom.”

“Really! I didn’t anticipate that.”

“How long are you staying?” Hunter asked, keeping the conversation going. He wanted her to take her time with the cocoa. Not only was her presence fulfilling, but also, he was enjoying the floral scent that wafted from her body and the way her lips puckered and her eyes closed euphorically as she sipped her hot chocolate.

“A week.”

“Are your friends joining you tomorrow?”

“No. I’m here...alone.”

Hunter noticed her hesitation, assuming that she didn’t really want to share that she was vacationing solo—especially with a strange man she’d just met and invited to spend the night in her villa.

“Cool. Brave, but cool.” Hunter turned his attention to the TV to keep from staring at her lips. “But why?”

“That’s how I planned it. I needed the downtime.”

“Hey. Sometimes rolling solo is the only way to do it.”

“Yeah.” Chey’s response hung in the air.

Hunter wanted to know if she was traveling alone because she was single, but he didn’t ask.

“Want to watch a movie?” Chey asked, changing the subject and shifting the atmosphere with her cheery tone.

“Sure. I’m not keeping you from getting any work done, am I?”

“No! Pfft.” Chey waved away his concern. “I planned to catch up on a few movies while I was here anyway. I brought a bunch with me—plus, I have Netflix.”

Hunter put his mug down and stood. “Cool. There’s a DVD player here and cables to connect devices. What would you like to watch?”

“Be right back.” Chey put her mug down and ran to the room to retrieve her movies and iPad. “Okay,” she said as she was heading back. “I have The Best Man Holiday, which you probably don’t want to watch, and I have Avengers: Age of Ultron.”

“Seriously!” Hunter chuckled. “You like the Avengers?”

“Absolutely.” Chey looked at Hunter as if he’d asked a ridiculous question.

“Whichever you want to watch, I’m fine with. It’s your call, since you’re supplying the entertainment.”

Chey sat on the opposite end of the couch and folded her legs. “Let’s start with Best Man and if you can hang, then we will watch Avengers. Deal?”

“That sounds like a challenge and I like challenges.” Hunter wondered if Chey picked up on his innuendo.

Chey laughed, and for some reason, it was the sweetest sound Hunter remembered hearing in his thirty-two years. He reached for the DVDs that Chey held in her hand and did the honors of setting up the first movie. Chey went to her room and grabbed two bags of popcorn and placed them in the microwave.

For the next few hours, they laughed at the antics of the characters from both movies. When Chey got teary eyed from the sad scenes in The Best Man Holiday, Hunter fought the urge to pull her into his arms and wipe away her tears. By the time the movies were done, Hunter fought sleep just to continue spending time in Chey’s presence. As she grew more comfortable around him, conversation flowed more easily and she sat closer to him on the couch. There was something about this woman that Hunter liked.

When they finally retreated to their respective rooms, Hunter checked his phone and found that he had missed a few calls from Tricia. He was glad he had left his phone in the bedroom. Then he wondered if Chey had anyone calling her and assumed that she probably didn’t, since she was here vacationing alone. In the morning, he’d try to find out more about the mysterious Chey.