Mountain Man Bad Boy Read Online Natasha L. Black

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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 62430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
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“Okay.” He gave me a weird look, like he thought something might be up. Then he shrugged it off, giving me the benefit of the doubt. “Have fun.”

“Thanks,” I said, hopping into my truck.

I drove straight home instead of going to the diner. I wanted a chance to shower and change before meeting Gina. A day of hard labor left me sweaty and grimy, and I wanted our first date to be memorable for something other than my body odor. The communal bathroom on the third floor was in use, so I went down to the second floor. That bathroom was available but wasn’t the one I habitually used. The water pressure was low, so I had to spend twice as long rinsing off. I finally managed to get clean, wrapped my ass in a towel, and hiked up the stairs to my room.

I had few wardrobe choices, but I did have a couple shirts that looked better than my work shirts. I opted for jeans and a white polo, threaded a belt through the loops, and crowned it with my dad’s old belt buckle. I had no mirror, so I just had to hope that I looked decent and not too much like a father who just went golfing. It had been long enough that I wondered if Gina would still be there when I returned to the diner. Turns out, I didn’t need to worry. Pulling into the parking lot, I found her waiting outside, leaning up against her Mazda, smiling.

18

GINA

Iwaited until Porter had parked and gotten out of his truck before going to meet him. I wasn’t sure if we should hug or kiss or shake hands. When we got within touching distance, we both hung back. Apparently, weeks’ worth of denial had extended beyond the reach of the treatment center.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi.” I blushed.

“Should we go inside?” He took me gently by the elbow, leading me toward the door.

In that innocent touch, a thousand angels sang, poems were written, and a flock of doves released into the night. I leaned toward him, careful to watch my feet as I crossed the threshold. This was everything I had hoped for and more. We didn’t have to say anything, and yet we both knew where the night would end. I fought to keep my breath even as we waited for a table.

There was a new waitress on duty, one who clearly knew Porter. She nodded to him politely. He nodded back, accepting her invitation to occupy a booth in the corner. I slid down opposite him, my eyes locked on his face. I didn’t even register the menu as the waitress slid it in front of me.

“Soup tonight is onion. Fish is flounder. Special is meatloaf. Do you know what you want to drink?” she said in a rapid-fire cadence.

“Just water,” Porter answered.

I didn’t understand the question, stunned as I was to be sitting across from him, so far from the hospital. He didn’t look anything like the cautious addict who had spent his days playing video games and reading the Bible. He was in his element here, and I was the stranger.

“Do you want a soda?” Porter asked.

“Um, just water,” I recovered, electing to order what he had chosen. The waitress left us alone, but I got the feeling she would as soon see us out the door as linger. “I want to apologize,” I began.

“No need,” he said. “I understand.”

“It’s just that if I gave you my phone number while we were still at the treatment center—” I tried again.

“Gina,” he called me back to planet Earth. “I understand. You could’ve lost your job.”

“But you seemed angry.”

“A bit,” he admitted. “I thought you didn’t want to see me, but I realize now that’s clearly not the case.”

I laughed, blushing and looking down at my lap.

The waitress came back with two glasses of water. “Ready to order?” she asked.

“Give us a minute, please,” Porter responded, smiling sweetly.

She nodded, some of her hard reserve cracking away. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

He looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to tell him why I’d come.

“I didn’t like the way we left things. I didn’t want you to think that you were just any other patient to me because you weren’t. You aren’t. So, here I am, back in my hometown after all this time.”

“Does your dad know you’re in town?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Not yet. I didn’t want to make things any more awkward than they might already be.”

He nodded and took a sip of his water. “So, you took the day off?” he prodded.

“I took vacation.”

“Does anybody in Nashville know you’re here?”

“Nope.” I grinned, reaching for my water.

“Would anybody be mad if they found you here?” He narrowed his eyes conspiratorially.

“Yes.” I gulped, licking my lips. “Possibly.”


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