Chapter 5
“I thought you told me Mason was coming over this morning,” Naomi said from where she sat on a padded bar stool at the kitchen island in a thin cotton sundress, barefoot. Her laptop was open on the granite counter, and a glass of lemon water was beside her. She was staring at the blank page of the story she was supposed to be writing, the community column about the flowers of Wyoming, and she thought her head had nodded at least twice from boredom.
Every story she’d been assigned over the past few months had made her eyes glass over, wondering what her paper was thinking, publishing something she was convinced no one would ever read. Cameron slid his hand around her waist and kissed her cheek, and she knew he was taking in her blank screen.
“Mmm” was all he said. Damn, did he
