39. Jess
Jess
After talking to the Evergreen Pack at the barbeque, I got a much better sense of the area, the locals, and what makes this place such an attractor for tourists. As a result, my marketing campaigns have shifted, and my teams are taking a new approach. I've been working on them all day.
I'm Sunny's point person right now in case anything with Craig happens on the farm. The guys have been going in and out all day.
The screen door opens and closes with a screech and a bang.
I've really come to love that sound. It's the sound of summer and sweetness to me now.
Everything around the farm is a perfect summer portrait.
I'll never get over how the sunflowers follow the sun all day, the bees hum around the land, or the cool breeze drifts in from the lake.
Hunt comes in, and my eyes catch on him.
His face and shirt are damp with sweat, his brown skin is glowing.
He's gotten darker since we came here, and I love it.
His eye color pops more against the rich brown.
He goes for the sink and drinks the cool water straight from the tap.
Watching his throat work to take it all down has me adjusting myself before he notices.
When he straightens, water drips from his chin.
A small growl slips from me. His eyes shoot to mine, surprised. Then he smirks, the bastard.
"I didn't see you there," he says, walking over to the dining room table and leaning against it next to me. My hands twitch, but I keep them on my laptop keys.
"Yeah, just working on some stuff," I say lamely.
His eyes trace my face. I always feel so exposed when I'm with him.
Does he understand how he affects me? He did before I messed everything up with the omega courtings last year.
After that, we'd spent almost no time in the same room.
I was convinced that the pack would split before we came here and met Sunny.
She's the light of my life. I want her more than the sun…
but I also want Hunt. They're both so important to me.
I should tell them. I'm always incapable of keeping my damn mouth shut except when it actually matters.
I open it, wanting to tell him all that, but instead, I say, "It's hot."
I want to die. Why on earth can't I fucking tell Hunt that I want to try again? Probably because I fucked it up, and I don't deserve to ask for that.
He smiles that crooked smile, and I want to pull him to me and kiss it off his face.
"Yeah. I'm actually going to go take a shower. I'm gross." He looks like he wants to add something, but he just shakes his head and goes to the hall. I want to tell him that he's never gross, and I'd love to help him in the shower, but he's gone, and I'm left in misery.