5. Chapter 5 Marcus
Chapter 5: Marcus
T his woman is going to be trouble.
She's all curves and attitude in another set of those painted-on pants, dark green to match her eyes, and an oversized sweater that's slipping off one smooth shoulder. Her long legs seem endless, and her dark hair's loose for once, falling in waves past her shoulders.
Walk away. Just walk the hell away.
Her eyes drop to my mouth, and suddenly all I can think about is backing her up against the shelves and finding out if she tastes as good as she smells. It's been two years since I've touched a woman, and this one is pushing every damn button I've got.
Jesus. Is she trying to kill me?
"Don't mind me," she says, perching on the counter. Her sweater drops off the shoulder a little more and my mouth goes dry. "I'm just doing inventory."
"At eleven at night?" Jake's trying not to smile.
"Best time for it." She swings her feet. "Very quiet. Usually."
I should tell her to leave. This meeting isn't for civilians, but the words stick in my throat as she stretches, that damn sweater rising to show a strip of skin.
"Since you're here," Cole speaks up, "we might as well report any activity we’ve seen on the trails."
Daisy sits up more. "Actually, that would be great. Tourist season's picking up early. Had three groups ask about the north trail."
"The one that's about to be snowed in?" Finn frowns.
"I tried to warn them, but they had some fancy GPS thing." She wrinkles her nose. "Said they didn't need local advice."
"I'll check it tomorrow," Jake says. "Rather prevent a rescue than perform one."
Daisy doesn’t move. The others are all trying to hide tier grins, until I sigh and sit down as well. If she is going to stay, she might as well join in. Scout takes up residence next to her chair.
Great. Now she has another fan.
The meeting falls into its usual rhythm with trail conditions, weather reports, tourist idiots to watch for. But I can't focus. Daisy's perfume keeps drifting over, something warm and spicy that makes me want to bury my face in her neck.
She catches me looking and she winks at me. The movement draws every eye in the room. These men are trained and don’t miss anything.
Fuck me. We need to find another place to meet.