Vicki Thompson - Midnight Thunder

“What’s that?”

“We’ll fix up the cabin together, so it’ll go twice as fast. Then you don’t have to feel guilty about me doing it while you’re lying in a guest room staring at the ceiling.”

He looked unsure, but at last he nodded. “I guess that’ll be okay.”

“I’ll get the vacuum cleaner and a laundry basket so we can carry everything at once. Oh, and you’ll need towels and washcloths, so pull some of those out of the closet. And bars of soap.”

“Yeah, I forgot about that stuff.” He rubbed a hand over his jaw. “I need to shower and get rid of this scruff before I go to the airport, or they’ll think I’ve turned into a vagrant.”

“Then you might as well bring your duffel, too.”

“Makes sense.”

Wow, that part had been easy. Her plan could still fall apart at any point along the way, and if it did, oh, well. But so far, so good. Anticipation and a slight case of nerves made her shiver as she headed for the laundry room where Rosie kept her canister vacuum cleaner.

Moments later they left the house with Cade lugging an oversize laundry basket full of linens and the vacuum. Lexi carried his duffel. Too bad she didn’t have X-ray vision so she could see what was inside. When they’d been dating he’d always carried condoms, but that didn’t mean he had any with him now.

He paused to gaze at the rugged Bighorn range, still dusted with snow above the tree line. “I’ve missed those mountains.”

“So you didn’t get attached to the ones in Colorado?”

“Oh, they’re pretty enough, but these feel like home.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to ask if that meant he might be moving back. But that was a loaded question. Instead, she resorted to a weather comment, always a safe topic. “It’s a beautiful day.”

He glanced up at the blue sky dotted here and there with white puffy clouds. “It is. Good weather seems weird when you have a crisis. Seems like it ought to be raining.”

“I’m glad it’s not, with sleepy people driving around.”

“I know you’re worried about that, but don’t be.” He started off toward the cabins again. “I’ll be okay from here to the airport, and I can always put Damon behind the wheel once he gets here.”

“You should definitely do that.” She fell into step beside him. “Unless he’s been up all night, too. Maybe I should drive you.”

“No. Much as I appreciate the offer, I’m not being chauffeured to the airport to pick up my bro. That would be lame.”

“Okay.” She doubted he’d ask Damon to drive, either, but at least having a passenger should help keep him alert. Cade liked to think he didn’t need any help, ever. That had been part of the problem when she’d been focused on wringing a commitment out of him.

They approached three tidy log cabins grouped in a partial semicircle in a meadow about thirty yards from the main house. In the center a ring of wooden benches surrounded a fire pit that had seen many cookouts. A shared washhouse behind the cabins had kept the plumbing costs down, although Lexi hadn’t envied those boys having to go out there in the winter. But all the boys had acted as if trudging through the snow to wash up had been a test of their manhood.

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