Page 28 of Rescued By the Mountain Man Cowboy
I face the cabin that Luke’s disappeared into.
He got us lunch. And groceries. That was sweet of him.
Calm down, Anna. He just needed groceries. It’s not a big deal.
Exhaling, I head inside to see bags of groceries on the kitchen counter and Luke unwrapping sandwiches.
“I should’ve called and asked what you’d like, sorry,” he grunts.
“I’m not picky,” I say, resting my hands against the small island between us.
“Chicken Caesar sub seemed safe,” he says, pushing the wrapper my way.
“Actually,” I grin, “that’s perfect. Thank you.”
Luke nods once and takes his to the small table by the window I sat on last night. Looks like he got roast beef. Classic.
“Want something to drink?” I ask, getting up and rounding the island toward the fridge.
“I can get it,” he says, standing.
“No,” I face him. “Eat. You got the food. Let me grab you…,” I open the fridge and peruse. Not much here. “Beer?” I hesitate to ask.
I look over my shoulder and catch the slight grin escape before he resets his expression.
“Water’s fine.”
“Water, coming up,” I say, pulling out the pitcher.
I open the cabinet next to the fridge, then pause and frown.
Luke points to the cabinet behind him to the far right. “Cups are over here.”
My gaze bounces from the cabinet he pointed out and the open one I’m holding open that houses spices.
“But…why?”
Mid-bite, Luke stops chewing. “Pardon?”
“Your spices are here, but the stove is over there,” I point. “And your fridge is here, but your cups are over there?”
Luke stares like his brain just short-circuited.
“Right,” I say, planning a project for tomorrow, which thankfully gets me excited. Something to do.
I serve both of us water and sit down on the stool at the island, digging into my sandwich.
“Holy shit. That’s good,” I moan, taking another bite.
Luke focuses intently on his sandwich.
“This was from town, you said?” I ask, suddenly hating the silence.
Luke grunts. “Sal’s Diner,” he says after swallowing his bite.
More silence, other than us chewing quietly.
“How long were you in the Army?” I ask, wanting to understand more about what makes Luke, Luke.
