Page 7 of Finding Isaac (Foggy Basin Season Two)

Isaac

Our food came and the two of us continued to talk. We talked even more than when Jack and I were together, which was saying something. Tig was different than anyone I’d met. He wanted me, I could see it, but he wanted to know me, and I wasn’t sure he’d still want me once he knew me.

“What are you thinking about?” He took a bite of egg from the breakfast plate he’d ordered and stared at me long enough to force a smile out of me.

“Fucksake, I wasn’t thinking about anything. Well, actually I was thinking this was a good idea you had to buy me dinner,” I said, and hoped he let it go.

He pointed his fork at me and swallowed. “I think it was your idea.”

“Maybe.” I stared a moment longer and appreciated how deep brown his eyes were and how good his hair looked cut short. “Hey, where do you get your hair cut?”

“That’s random. Actually, I got it cut in town at Shear Bliss.

I tried a barber in Woodland but it’s too far to drive.

I want to start building my life here in Foggy Basin.

” His words rang with conviction, but I wasn’t sure if it was directed at me or if he was trying to convince himself he wanted to stay.

“They do a great job.” I took a big bite of my burger and ignored the grin he wore. Goddammit why’d he have to be so fucking nice? I wasn’t used to nice.

“Do you want to talk more about my hair? Because I’m fine with that,” he said and shoved a big bite of toast in his mouth.

“And here I was just thinking how nice you are.”

“I’m really not, but I have everyone fooled.”

“You did seem to enjoy helping us surprise Jack at Christmas.” I stared at him, and I knew there was so much more to him than I thought. But I also thought there was a reason he was so guarded and wasn’t looking for a hookup.

“I did enjoy that, and I also enjoyed meeting you that night.”

What the hell was wrong with me that he could string a few words together and make my heart do that weird flippy thing that I swear I had not felt before I met him. After clearing my throat, we finished eating and Tig paid the bill. “You know I was only joking about you buying me dinner.”

“I know,” he said as we walked outside the diner. “Are you ready to go home or do you mind spending a little more time together. I mean it’s still early.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Come on,” he said and held his hand out. I gripped it and he pulled me along the street practically at a run until we got to where his truck was parked across from Nuts and Bolts.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see. Don’t worry, you’ll like it.”

We hopped into his truck, and he headed toward the lake. “Are we going swimming? It’s still a little cold for that but if you’re game for skinny-dipping you can count me in,” I said, making him laugh.

“Not this time, but I’m going to hold you to that.”

“Yeehaw we’re going skinny-dipping this summer.” I wasn’t unhappy about that idea at all. Tig turned down one of the backroads that wove its way to a small hill that overlooked the lake and pulled to a stop. The sun was just about to set, and I didn’t think I’d ever noticed how beautiful it was.

“I love sunsets, and I wanted to share this one with you. That probably sounds corny.” Tig rubbed at the back of his neck and looked out the side window.

“I don’t mind sunsets,” I said and scooted as close as I could get to him with the center console between us.

He put his arm around me, and I leaned even closer, but it wasn’t close enough.

Scrambling over the console I squeezed in between him and the steering wheel and propped my back against the door.

Tig shifted around a little under me and tilted the steering wheel up before meeting my eyes. “I like this,” he said, and cradled my face in his hand.

“Yeah?” I asked, because that was all I could get out.

His eyes met mine and I was reminded how he’d looked at me earlier, and no matter how much I tried to deny it or how hard I tried to come at him with my usual brand of sarcasm, when those dark eyes met mine, I was completely under his spell.

My eyes slid shut as he leaned in and kissed me.

His warm lips pressed against mine as his hand tangled in my hair and my tongue glided along the seam of his lips.

I slid one arm behind him and the other around his neck as my dick started to respond to him and I forced my hips not to move.

We broke apart panting. His eyes shot to the horizon.

“Look.” He pointed and I forced myself to look away from him toward the sunset that was just about to disappear behind the ridges of mountains in the distance.

“Just in time,” I murmured and once again his eyes met mine; even in the dim light of the truck I could feel the heat of his gaze.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice rough with what I hoped was desire.

“Do we know each other well enough to fuck yet?” I blurted out, making him laugh before kissing me again.

“Not quite, but almost.” The tips of his fingers trailed over my eyebrows to my hair while his eyes never left mine.

“It’ll be worth it,” I finally said, because goddammit somehow I knew it would be, and I hated myself for giving in and being willing to wait. “You’re going to owe me a few more dinners, and possibly a lot more sunsets.”

“I’m willing to take you to dinner anytime you want. We can even go somewhere out of town since we’re dating,” he said, and his eyes twinkled with something while his lips twitched, holding back another damn smile.

“I’ve never dated anyone before,” I said, started to speak again, then grunted in frustration at a loss for exactly what I wanted to say.

“Well, it’s official, we’re dating.” Then he looked at me again with those fucking brown eyes and I knew in that very moment I was well and truly fucked.

Because anytime he looked at me like that, I would agree to do anything he asked, and I wouldn’t even feel bad about it.

Well, not really bad, but maybe a little.

“Yeah,” I repeated because goddammit those fucking eyes.