Page 246 of Mountain Grump

Ethan shakes his head and lowers himself into the other chair. “She’s something alright.”

I snicker as I spin to face the counter and reach for my bag.

“Did you really bring lunch too?” Ethan rolls his chair closer to mine.

“Too? Like I brought the blow job.”

He smirks at me. “Oh, you brought the blow job, alright. And you’re welcome to bring me that for lunch anytime you feel like it.”

I roll my eyes and pull out a plastic container. “Those are for special occasions, remember?”

“Beat up Ralph, get a big blow job. Got it.”

“Exactly,” I laugh. “Come to think of it, you probably earned one for scaring off that mountain lion.”

Ethan grips the brim of his fancy hat and tips his chin in amuch obligedgesture.

I take out a bag of grapes and two camo-printed paper napkins from my bag, then open the container and place one of the sandwiches on a napkin for Ethan.

He picks up his turkey and cheese and lifts a brow. “Nice napkins.”

I pick up my own sandwich and roll my eyes. “I found a box in the garage that I thought was all wrapping paper and gift bags and suff. But half of it’s just napkins. For like… any holiday you can think of.”

“And what holiday is this for?”

I look at the tan-and-green camo print. “Not sure. But they’re thebig blow jobnapkins now.”

Ethan huffs a laugh, and we lazily eat our sandwiches.

Once we’re finished, I start putting the items back in my bag. “Do you want to come over tonight?”

I’m pretty sure he will, but I still feel a little shy asking.

Ethan nods. “Yeah. I have to run to the hangar to sign some paperwork, then I’ll bring dinner over.”

I almost ask if I can go with him to the airport, just for something to do. But I’m still a little traumatized from those flights, so I don’t.

He lets his gaze travel from my eyes… down.

“And keep that dress on.”

I was already excited to see him again. But with that look in his eye… “Deal.”

Chapter 132

Ethan

I grabmy backpack off the passenger seat and climb out of my truck.

Tilda already has the front door open and is standing there, smiling at me.

“Put shoes on,” I tell her. “Walking ones.”

Her smile freezes, then, without asking for more information, she darts through the house to her bedroom.

She comes back a moment later with socks on her feet. And after she puts her tennis shoes on, she steps outside and pulls the door closed behind her.

Her hair is still down, and her pretty white dress is still on. And my heart squeezes as I hold my hand out for my Mountain Fairy.