His Love Lesson. Nicki Night

      “Is this how you imagined your liberating solo vacation would turn out?”

      “Not at all.”

      “Me neither.” Hunter sniffed out a chuckle. “This is actually better than I thought it would be.”

      Chey craned her neck, tossing Hunter a baffled look.

      “I never thought I’d end up with a beautiful woman in my arms as we sat in front of a fireplace with a view of mountains beckoning at my side.”

      Chey’s cheeks burned. She turned back toward the fire and let her head settle in the center of Hunter’s chest. No words were necessary. Hunter was right. Despite all that had gone wrong, she could have never called this and was grateful that she didn’t have to endure this alone. What would she have done had Hunter made his flight home on the first day?

      “You smell amazing.” Hunter’s voice had reduced to a husky whisper.

      “Thank you.” Chey smiled but didn’t turn around. “It’s one of my creations.” If Hunter kept it up, they would no longer need the fireplace for heat.

      “You made that?”

      “Yep.”

      “That’s some talent.” She felt Hunter nod.

      “You don’t smell so bad yourself,” Chey teased.

      “Thanks!” Silence. Then laughter.

      As the laughter subsided, Chey noticed how Hunter instinctively rubbed her arm. His touch alone was enough to keep her warm.