Chapter 7 - Mystery
Mystery was back at the house the next morning, and couldn’t be happier. Hunter and his biker friends had gotten all the painting done, and her cottage was looking so much better. She had been terrified of the bikers at first, but once she spent time with them, her opinion changed. The men were funny, down to earth, and genuinely lovable. They stayed late, refusing to leave until the work was done, and then they even helped her clean up. She owed Hunter one for calling them.
Which was why she was at the house long before the moving truck was due to arrive. She had packed everything on her end up, and her aunts were staying back to see it got loaded on the truck. She’d woken early and baked a batch of blueberry muffins, now she was trying to get the courage up to take them over to Hunter. It’s not that she didn’t want to see him, it’s just that she couldn’t think straight when he was near. Her stomach was in knots, her hands were sweaty, and she got tongue tied just thinking about knocking on his door.
Shaking her head at her foolishness, she strode across the lawn and headed for his front door. His house was larger than hers, but it didn’t have the same charm. The house itself was immaculate and looked to be more modern. It was covered in green siding and the trim was white. The porch was large, and had two rocking chairs on it, but it only had a couple boring green shrubs around it, not like the fragrant wildflowers that surrounded her. It was a nice house, but not her style at all.
Mystery noticed a doorbell and gave it a quick push, another modern convenience she didn’t like. She preferred a door knocker, hating the electric ding a doorbell made. It took only a minute before the door opened and Hunter was standing in front of her. He grinned the minute he saw her.
“My day is complete,” Hunter teased. “There’s nothing better than waking up to see a pretty girl on my front step. What do you have there?” he questioned, as he pointed to the basket she was holding.
She was blushing, as she thrust the basket at his chest, forcing him to throw out his arms and catch it. He chuckled as he stared down at her.
“I wanted to thank you for helping me yesterday and for calling your friends,” Mystery stammered, as she let go of the basket. “You saved me a lot of work and a lot of time, so I’ve made you some muffins.”
As she watched, Hunter’s eyes lit up, and he lifted the cloth placed over the top. He reached in, pulled out a muffin, and stuffed half in his mouth. When he had swallowed, he looked down at her and grinned.
“Blueberry, my absolute favourite. And my god, they’re still warm,” Hunter gushed. “Are you always going to thank me in food?” he asked. “Because if everything you make tastes as delicious as these, you’re going to make me fat.”
Mystery laughed as she eyed his flat stomach. “I think you’ll manage,” she admitted.
Hunter leaned in the doorframe and hugged the basket closer to his chest. “The moving truck on its way?” Hunter questioned.
She nodded. “It should be here soon.”
“I’m sorry I can’t help,” Hunter told her.
Mystery smiled as she reassured him. “You explained yesterday that you have an order you need to get done. I know I took up a lot of your time yesterday, and I’m sorry for that. There’s nothing you can do anyway, the movers will take care of everything. All that will be left is emptying boxes, and I can do that myself. I’m looking forward to taking my time and finding the perfect place for everything.”
“Will your parents be by later to help?” Hunter asked.
His question caused her to lose her smile and deflate. “My parents died when I was young. I’ve been living with my aunts,” Mystery sadly admitted.
Immediately he set down her basket and moved closer to her. She kept her head down and breathed him in. He smelled like freshly cut wood and man. Then he was placing a finger under her chin and tilting her head up. The depth of sympathy in his expression surprised her.
“I’m sorry pretty girl,” Hunter whispered. “It must have been hard growing up without them?”
“It was,” Mystery admitted. “But my aunts spoiled me and made sure I knew they loved me. They’ve been wonderful, and it’s been a joy living with them.”
Hunter smiled then, and it lifted her sadness. “You seem to have turned out okay,” he smirked. “You’re a ray of sunshine, and you certainly seem to embrace life.”
Mystery grinned back. “I try not to let things get to me,” she replied.
Hunter leaned down so their faces were only an inch apart. “Well you’ve certainly brightened my life,” he hummed.
Then his mouth was on hers and his hand was sliding around to the back of her neck to anchor her to him. Mystery relaxed against him and placed her hands on his chest, giving into the kiss. His heartbeat was slow and steady under her palms while hers felt like it was racing a mile a minute. His free arm wrapped around her back and yanked her even closer so it moulded her body against his. It felt like heaven, and she didn’t want the feeling to end.
Then he was running his tongue along the seam of her lips and the sensation made her gasp. As soon as she did, his tongue slipped inside to run seductively against hers. She melted even more and would have fallen if his grip hadn’t been so tight. The taste of him made her head spin, it was spicy, but there was a hint of blueberries from the muffin he had eaten. When she felt like she was going to faint from lack of breath, he pulled back.
They stared at each other, and she felt a connection to him that reached deep into her soul. In a short amount of time he was coming to mean a lot to her, and she hoped she read his eyes right, because his face showed the same feelings as hers. And he confirmed it a minute later.
“I’ve known you a week and you’re already in my heart,” Hunter admitted, as he pulled at the ends of the scarf she had twisted into her messy bun. She couldn’t answer though, all she could do was stare at him.
Then the sound of a loud horn broke the spell he had wrapped them in, and she pulled away. She glanced at her cottage to see the moving truck backing into the small driveway.
“Go,” Hunter ordered, drawing her eyes back to his. “You’ve got a truck to unload and I’ve got a custom table to finish.”
She nodded as she backed away. His pull was magnetic, and if she didn’t put more space between them, she wouldn’t be going anywhere.
“I’ll be over tonight. If there are any pictures you want hung or shelves you want up, I’ll do it then,” Hunter told her. Then he winked, turned, and shut the door, taking his muffins with him. With him gone, she had no choice but to head back and deal with the truck, but she knew tonight couldn’t come fast enough.