“Just a little miscommunication,” Tanner says. “Can you put whatever she wants on my bill?”
“I’m not drinking. I’m eating.” I glare at him, then look at the bartender and plaster a sweet smile on my face. “I don’t want him to pay for my food, but can I please see a menu?”
“Sure.” He smirks at Tanner as he reaches under the counter, pulls one out, and hands it to me. “I’ll give you a few minutes to look it over. Just shout for me when you’re ready. My name’s Mason.”
“Thank you, Mason.”
“Anytime.” He winks and I sigh, dropping my eyes to look over the menu while ignoring the man at my side, who I can feel still watching me.
“Look,” Tanner says, resting his elbows on the bar and bringing us closer together. “I feel bad about what happened. I was distracted, but I swear I didn’t do any of that shit on purpose.”
“It’s fine,” I mumble, wishing he would go away, because the scent of pine, leather, and him is starting to play with my head.
“You’re saying it’s fine, but I’m getting the feeling it’s not. Please, let me buy you dinner.”
“No, thank you.”
“A drink then,” he says, and I turn, coming face to face with him. Damn, up close, he’s seriously difficult to look at he’s so perfect. “One drink.” He holds his hands together like he’s praying.
“You can pay for my lemonade,” I say, giving in, and he grins, showing off straight white teeth and a dimple in his scruff-covered cheek.
“You ready to order?” Mason comes back, and I’m more than a little thankful for the distraction.
“I’ll have a lemonade, the vegetable quesadilla, and a bowl of pumpkin soup.”
“You got it, babe.” He goes to the computer on the counter to type something in, then pours my drink from the machine on the back wall.
“I’m covering her drink and my beer.” Tanner hands him the ten he’s still holding while Mason gives me my drink along with a straw. Ignoring the straw, I start to take a sip but end up looking at Tanner over the rim of the glass. I raise a brow when I find him still watching me.
“You’re not from around here.”
“I’m not,” I agree, and he smiles again, which he needs to stop doing, because it’s making me find him even more attractive.
“Tanner, your food!” someone shouts from across the room, and he looks that way briefly before turning his attention back to me.
“Well, it was nice meeting you, sunshine. Maybe I’ll see you around.”
“Probably not.” I shrug, and that dimple of his gets a little deeper before he stands to his full height and saunters to his table. I wish I could say I don’t watch him go, but I do, and when he’s seated, he turns to look at me over his shoulder, a smug smile tilting up the corners of his mouth. I roll my eyes and turn back to face the bar, trying to figure out what the strange feeling in the pit of my stomach is.
Chapter 3
CYBIL
“Are you nervous?” Jade asks, her voice echoing through my phone’s speaker as I pull onto a dirt road that should lead me to the Live Life Adventures Lodge, where I’m meeting my guide this morning.
“Yes, I’m also sure that I’m going to end up toppling over under the weight of my backpack, which should be fun.” I smile when she laughs.
“Didn’t they send you a list of stuff to pack?”
“They did, but they told me that I should add anything else I might need, so I might have gone overboard with books, granola bars, and extra clothes.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
“Because you know me,” I say, then breathe “No” when the lodge comes into view and I see none other than Tanner standing out front. There are two other men dressed just like him in a uniform of cargo pants, T-shirts with the Live Life Adventures logo on the chest, and boots on their feet, the three of them tall, broad, and good looking. One with dirty-blond hair, a sun-kissed tan, and tattoos traveling up one of his arms, the other with short jet-black hair and obvious native ancestry that makes him look fierce yet regal, which is a beautiful combination.
“What?” Jade asks as all eyes turn to watch me drive by.
“Nothing. I’m here.” I park my Bronco as my stomach dances with a new type of nervousness.
“Oh, okay. Well, I love you.”
“Love you too. I’ll call when I can.”
“Be safe.”
“I will.” I hang up while I shut down the engine, then take a breath and open the door to get out. When my seat belt stops me, I grimace, then quickly release the lock and hop out of my seat.
“Hey, sunshine,” Tanner calls out as I walk toward the trunk.
I rub my hands down the front of my black leggings as I lock eyes with him. “Umm.” I glance from him to the other two men, feeling my cheeks warm when I find them studying me. “I’m here for the couples retreat.”