Auctioned to the Mountain Man – Highest Bidder Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
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“Hey,” I call out in the semi darkness so I don’t spook him.

He doesn’t jump or even slow down. His head turns, and when his eyes find me, I’m wondering if maybe he did know I was here the whole time. “Hey. Sorry to interrupt you, but I needed a breather.”

His voice is deep and raspy. It’s almost like he doesn’t use it often. I shrug and turn back in my seat. I have to in order to force myself to stop staring at him. “Me too.”

He stops next to me and crosses his arms over his chest. “You don’t like crowds?”

I shrug, with my eyes on the fire. “They don’t usually bother me, but it’s been a crazy day. I just wanted to soak all this in for a minute.”

He looks around. “This is nice out here.”

I nod. “It really is. It’s even better during the day. The view of Moonshine Mountain is like nothing you’ve ever seen before. I would literally sit out here all day if I could.”

“So you’ve been here before.”

I hold back my smile. “A few times.” I look at him standing awkwardly beside me. There are other chairs surrounding the fire, but the swing is by far the best seat and the closest to the fire. I put my toe down to stop the slow movements. “You want to sit down?”

His eyes round, but he nods his head. He grumbles as he takes off his jacket and throws it on the back of a chair before settling next to me. He slowly starts to rock back and forth, and I watch as he rolls his sleeves up. His forearms are thick and corded, and I watch his muscles flex as he moves to the other arm. Both arms are covered in ink, but I can’t make it out in the semi-darkness.

I barely resist waving my hand in front of my face to cool off. Dang, who is this guy? It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him when he turns in his seat and faces me, putting his arm along the back of the swing. “So you like the mountains?”

I point toward the space out in front of us. “I love those mountains. I mean, I’m sure you’ve seen them. They’re beautiful.”

He pulls at his collar. “Do you go there much? Hiking or anything?”

I shake my head. “No, I’m not much of a hiker.”

“You—”

“What—”

We both start at the same time, and I laugh. “You go ahead.”

“No way. Ladies first.”

I turn in my seat as much as I can, but it’s impossible to do unless I want to flash him my underwear. I reach for the hem of my skirt and hold it down as I lift one leg on the swing and cross my other leg over it until we’re facing each other. “Do I know you? I’m pretty sure I know everyone that was on the list, but I don’t remember you.”

He eyes me thoughtfully as he strokes his hand through his beard. “What? Is that your way of saying I don’t fit in here?”

My mouth drops, and I can feel the heat rise on my face. “I wasn’t saying that at all. Oh my gosh, no. You’re perfect… I mean… you could fit in anywhere… I mean… you sort of stand out.” I slam my mouth shut and put my hand to my head. “Shut up, Maggie.”

I start to mumble through my embarrassment, and he laughs. It’s a deep chuckle, and I bring my head up. “Are you laughing at me?”

He nods. “Yeah, you’re cute.”

I blanch. “Cute? Uh, thanks… I think.”

Truth is, he’s older than me. That much I can tell. And to him, I’m probably some blubbering kid. “I better get back in there,” I tell him, even though I remain in my spot.

“Are you the party planner?”

I shrug. “Something like that.”

He tilts his head to the side and looks at me. “What’s that look?”

What do I tell him? I can’t say that I’m attracted to him and thought we were maybe getting to know each other and I'm a little disappointed because obviously he thinks I’m a “cute” kid. Heck, he probably thinks I’m here with my parents. No way he’ll believe I helped plan this event. He needed a breather, and I just happened to be in the right spot. No. I can’t say any of that. Instead, I stall. “What look? You just met me. You don’t know if I’m giving a look or not.”

His hand comes off the back of the swing, and he brushes my hair off my face and behind my shoulder. I lean toward him and catch myself before I do something stupid.

He’s watching me closely, and I can’t take my eyes off his. “I may have just met you, but I know your name is Maggie. That’s what you just called yourself, anyway. And I saw the shift in you. You seemed happy… almost content. And then I tell you you’re cute, and you freeze up on me. Was that too forward?” He holds his hands up, palms facing me. “I can keep my hands to myself.”



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