Page 43 of Close to Heaven

Friends. Is that how she’s starting to think of me? “So, you don’t miss the city?”

“I miss living with Dakota, but that’s about it.”

He noticed she hadn’t mentioned Trevor, and he wondered if she’d broken up with him yet. Instead of asking, he took another bite of pizza.

“I grew up here just like you. These mountains are a part of me.”

A warm sensation flowed through him at her words and the thoughtful way she’d said them. The more he’d gotten to know her, the more he’d realized how easily she fit into this lifestyle—his lifestyle.

“Another slice?” he asked, trying to distract himself.

“Sure.”

He dished them each a second slice, and they ate quietly for a time. When he glanced at her again, she was staring at him. He dabbed his lips with a napkin, thinking he might have pizza sauce on them.

“Something on your mind?” he asked.

“No.” She twisted the beer bottle around in her hands and looked nervous.

“You sure?”

She sighed. “Okay, yes.”

“What is it?”

“I was wondering if… Do you…?”

He chuckled. “Just ask, Avery.”

“Since you’re so busy with the resort and hiking and everything, I was wondering if you ever have time to date.”

He blanked.

“Not that I’m asking you out, because I’m not. I was just curious, and ohmigod, I did it again, didn’t I? Open mouth, insert foot!”

He laughed because how could he not? She was adorable when she got flustered.

“I shouldn’t have asked. I’m your employee, and you’re my boss, and it’s none of my business.”

She picked up her beer and took another long drink. Then she set down the empty bottle and said, “How about another beer?”

He held up his hand. “I’m good.” He would have liked to have another one, but under the circumstances, he didn’t think it was wise. “In answer to your question, I don’t date much.”

She raised her brows.

“I actually can’t remember the last time I went on a date.”

“What about that woman, the stalker?”

“I wouldn’t count that as a date.”

“Oh, I see. Just sex, then.” She jumped up from the chair like it was on fire. “What is wrong with me?”

He reached out and grabbed her around the wrist, just firmly enough to keep her in place but not too hard. “It’s okay, Avery.”

She glanced down at his hand and shook her head. “No, it’s not. I’m not usually this…this…”

“This what?” He pushed his chair back and stood in front of her while maintaining his hold on her wrist. Not that she was trying to back away.