Page 30 of Untamed Mountain Man

In the last two weeks, we’d come up with an action plan. One that didn’t rely on gratitude from a stranger.

Grayson was going to start booking classes as soon as he finished tiling the bathrooms, and he was actively working on it every day.

We’d talked about it and decided the students didn’t need bunkhouses after all. He was going to restructure his program so the students stayed in tents out on the property, which was more in keeping with the survival theme anyway.

He’d do beginner classes in the summer when the weather was forgiving. Intermediate sessions in the spring and fall, when the temperatures dropped and the conditions got more challenging. And he’d reserve small, select groups for the advanced winter classes, teaching them how to survive in the kind of cold that could kill.

Between my plant sales and his wilderness tours, plus the classes he planned to start, we had big plans for the future.

Life might look a little messy right now. But we had a strong future mapped out together.

I studied him again as he sipped his coffee, completely unaware of how handsome he looked in the morning light filtering through the windows.

My heart swelled with a warmth I still wasn’t quite used to feeling.

That’s my man.

I’d finally found my spot in the world. And I’d come a long way from that unfulfilling life in Jacksonville, and the job that had slowly been draining the color out of my days.

Now I had more than I’d ever hoped for.

A place that felt right.

A future that excited me.

And a man who looked at me like I was the best thing that hadeverwalked into his life.

Taking a leap of faith and a big risk had paid off.

And now I had the mountain man to prove it.

I couldn’t wait to see what the future held for us.

“You know…” he rumbled. “My cousin Flint called. He lives over in the Ozarks, and he’s got a buddy named Jameson whoruns a wilderness tour business on Red Oak Mountain. I was thinking of heading over there for a week or so to bounce ideas off him.”

Grayson got a sparkle in his eye. “What do you think, hon? You up for an adventure?”

I nodded. “Yeah. That sounds great. Do you think Marla would water our plants while we’re gone?”

“Hell, yeah,” he grunted, his attention already moving elsewhere as he took me in his arms and snaked the straps of my tank top down.

The man was insatiable.

And he wasmine.