CHAPTER 19
OVER THE NEXT two weeks, I settled into life on Mitch’s mountain, and as I did so, I noticed the changes in him. Although he remained quiet and slightly moody, after the first few days, he stopped with the rudeness and the sarcasm.
We fell into a routine. At sunrise, I’d hear the door slam as he left the cabin, followed by quiet footsteps and the hiss of the shower when he returned an hour later. One morning, curiosity got the better of me, and I dragged myself out of bed a few minutes after he left, curled up on the sofa with a book, and waited for him to come back.
And I wasn’t disappointed. When he walked through the door, he lifted the bottom of his shirt to wipe his sweat-soaked face, giving me a perfect view of his abs. Eight well-defined squares of muscle I wanted to t
