I put down the yoga mat and check the fridge. It’s fully stocked with enough food to feed a football team. Raine went all out, and I only left her some bags to dump in the Crockpot. I owe her big time.
My mouth waters as I rifle through the contents of the fridge. I’m going to double my weight if I try to eat all of this before it goes bad. Most of it will end up in the freezer.
As my stomach roars, I make myself a plate of food and fill a glass with iced tea. Then I head for the dining room, my mouth watering.
I round the corner and crash into something. No, someone. A very tall and very muscular someone.
His eyes widen as my food smashes against his white button-down shirt and my black iced tea runs down his khaki pants, making it look like he wet himself. Maybe he did — I can be scary.
I scream. Smack his side with my plate. He’s surprisingly solid. “Get out!”
He backs up, holding out his hands. “Me? I live here. You get out!”
My pulse thrums in my ears. “No, I do. This is my house for the summer.”
“Says who?” He pulls mashed potatoes from his shirt and flops them onto my plate. His wavy, dirty-blonde hair blocks his face, and he brushes it aside getting food in it.
I get lost in his eyes for a moment. Until I remember that he’s an intruder, and my life is in danger. “Leave! Before I call the police.”
“Did you catch the part about me living here?”
I throw the potatoes back at him. “I don’t know who you are, but Raine said I’d have this house to myself.”
He’s really hot. Maybe he’s one of the guys she’s seeing, and he doesn’t realize she’s in Nevada. That makes sense. But why would he think he lives here?
“If you live here, you should know.” I fold my arms.
He tilts his head, and while he looks menacing he also takes my breath away. “I don’t keep track of where my sister is.”
His sister? He’s Raine’s brother.
Crap. He really does have every right to be here.
Though we’ve never met, now I recognize him from the pictures I’ve seen over the years. He’s even taller and more gorgeous in person.
It takes me a moment to find my voice. “You’re Rake.”
“In the flesh.”
“You still have to leave. This isn’t part of my contract with Raine.” There is no contract. At least not on paper. But she did promise me the house to myself. That’s like a contract. In a way. Fine, it’s a stretch. But I’m going with it.
Rake’s brows furrow. “Leave? I need to shower, thanks to you.”
“After that, you can go.” I storm to my room, taking my useless plate of squished food with me. I’ve lost my appetite anyway.
Just as the women leave, Josie walks in.
I turn to Drew. “I thought they didn’t advertise this place to tourists.”
“It’s part of what makes this place so great.”
“Tourists are people too.”
“Why is she here?” I stare in her direction, trying to make sense of it. Maybe she just wants to invade my space everywhere.
Drew follows my gaze and lets out a low whistle. “I don’t know why she’s here, but I’m not going to complain.”
It takes him a minute to make the connection. “She’s your personal thief?”
“Thanks to Raine, yes.”
He turns his attention back to Josie. “She can steal my stuff anytime she wants.”
“You’ll be singing a different tune when it’s your sneakers. Why is she here, anyway?”
“Maybe she followed you.”
“Doubtful. I’ve been here long enough to be accosted twice and for my food to go cold.”
She walks up to the counter and smiles at the owner.
I should warn Mai to watch the register.
Harper enters the restaurant and runs over to Josie. They immediately start talking to each other.
Now it makes sense. Raine had to have introduced Harper and Josie, and Harper’s showing her all of Misty Falls’ best places only known to the locals. That means we’ll more than likely be running into each other even more.
My day keeps getting better.
Josie looks my way, and her eyes widen as we make eye contact.
A poster blocks my view. The blonde from earlier shoves a sharpie in my face, telling me what to write to her on the poster she wants me to sign.
At least it’s a distraction from the human tornado. Even if my noodles will undoubtedly be cold by the time I finally eat them.