Adele held Carson’s face in both of her hands, the feel of his jaw, his beard, like magic against her skin. She’d been avoiding him for a few days—and catching up on some much-needed rest and relaxation.
But there was nothing to avoid about this kiss.
As soon as she’d heard that he’d gone out with Hudson and Sawyer to do some sort of mapping activity, she’d freaked out. Scarlett hadn’t understood, until Adele had admitted that she and Carson were becoming more than friends.
He’d said he hadn’t dated much back in Montana, but Adele didn’t care. The man could kiss, and every cell in her body vibrated with the smell of him, the touch of him, the taste of him.
He finally pulled away, his breathing ragged, and his shoulders heaving slightly. “All right then,” he said hoarsely. Their eyes me
