After dinner, I changed to comfy pajamas. When I went down to the small deck. Someone must have lit up the fire pit while I was inside, and there were already two lawn chairs in front.
The night was sirene compared to the city noises I was used to. All I could hear was a breeze rustling the leaves. They glistened against the full moonlight. The cloudless sky with glinting stars was enough for me to start writing. I should have brought a pen and paper with me.
“Thought you might need this.” I turned my head to the voice on my right.
Sam was carrying two steaming mugs on his hands.
“Aren’t you a little too nice?” I chuckled.
“I am always nice and hospitable—”
“Not to mention too beautiful to own cabins and mansion here in the middle of the forest.” God, couldn’t I just stop for a second?
“Beautiful? That’s a rare description for a man.” His full-blown smile was contagious. He changed into a simple gray shirt and pants. His dark brown hair looked like he just hit the shower. “For my very complimentary guest.”
“Thank you.” I grabbed the mug, and it was not hard not to let our fingers touch. It was innocent, yet I could feel something deep inside me skittered.
I sipped the steaming mug. It was hot chocolate.
“How thoughtful of you? Is there a cayenne paper and cinnamon in here?”
“You really have a good taste bud, huh?”
“I tasted a lot of food. Are you sure you’re not a chef, Mr. Sam Brice?”
He laughed. It was rich and carefree. “It doesn’t mean I let you try my favorite chocolate drink I am now a chef.”
“A barista, maybe. You eat and drink with high calories, yet you’re physically fit.” I didn’t have to stroll my gaze on his body again. This morning, I’d seen enough not to give him another compliment.
His brow arched. “Look around, Audrey.”
How the hell my name sounded so sexy on his lips?
“I followed the trail for just one round every day. I think it’s in the DNA.”
I remembered what I said earlier, and it made me laugh. “Fair enough.”
“I just want you to have your drink. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
I nodded when he stood. “Tomorrow then. Thanks again for this.” I raised the mug.
“You’re welcome. Good night, Audrey!”
I woke up with a smile on my face. The rays of the sun shone upon the glass-framed windows that viewed the surrounding tall trees and vast woodlands.
After a quick shower, I changed into shirts, shorts, and running shoes. I planned on waking up early, and thankfully, there was an alarm clock.
Sam was right, the cabin had everything I needed. I strode toward the mansion, hoping I could catch the chef and convince him to cook something that I could post on my blog.
A squeal escaped that I recognized was coming from me. Large hands caught me on my back before I completely fell to the ground.
My heart was pounding. My skin warmed at the contact. My eyes were big as saucers in surprised.
“Why are you so in a hurry?” I instantly recognized the voice.
All I could do was stared at him. He was beyond magnificent. His dark brows were in a frown. His thick and long lashes made his eyes more striking. He had a perfectly straight nose, and I could count the lines at the corner of his eyes.
He smiled. Cockily.
“What are you smiling at?” I asked, annoyed. “You almost break my pelvic bone.”
“And you almost broke my nose.” I could feel the burning of his touch as his hold tightened around my waist. The warmth of his breathing against my face reminded me how closed our faces were.
Our body heat vaporized. My chest was pressed against his, and I was actually gripping his huge and hard biceps unknowingly.
“How come? You are too tall that I’m only below your chin.” I frowned further.
“Aren’t we one the same level now?” he teased. The strong muscles of his abdomen and chest were harder than a thick slab against my soft one.
My face burned when I realized that if I looked down, I was sure I could see my cleavage showing off.
“Did you have your breakfast?” He let me stand on my feet.
“Not yet. I’m hungry that’s why I was running over here.” It was half-true. I wanted to catch his chef, but maybe, it was too late.
“Let’s go. I’m also famished.”
While we enjoyed our breakfast, I couldn’t help to not ogle him. How on earth a man looked like him was still single? Or I was just insinuating he was. He had no wedding band, and he seemed to be comfortable staying here. Added to that note, I hadn’t seen him with any woman around for almost twenty-four hours.
He could definitely be on the cover of fitness magazines or labeled as one of the sexiest men alive. That was how Sam was hot and strikingly handsome.
“Will you please stop staring at me like that?” I could feel the amusement in his voice.
“Cocky, aren’t you?”
“You’re in deep thought, and you’ve been staring at me for minutes.”
“For a good looking guy like you, do you still feel self-conscious?”
He shifted on his seat. “It’s just a look, and I’m no one, Audrey.”
My smile was teasing. “I agree to disagree. You make people happy. You’re funny and nice. You let us taste the most delicious food on the planet, and that makes you something. How old is this house anyway?”
“Since the 18th century. This had been with Brice for generations. My great-great-great-grandparents built this home with slaves during the time of the colonial era. That’s why no matter how many buyers offer a huge price, I will never sell this place. This is already part of our family history.”
“Wow.” I stared at him in disbelief. Then it hit me hard like a sucker punch to my stomach.
Maybe the point of my father was like Sam. My father’s grandfather started that bookstore from the ground, and my dad never sold that place. Just like Sam, he was offered with hefty of cash to open a new restaurant, but he turned them down without a second thought.
“You okay?” I met his worried gaze.
I nodded. “I want to borrow my phone and my camera.”
I called Amber, but she didn’t pick up. I sent her message and emailed her, hoping everything about my plan was not too late.
After I returned the phone to Sam, I took some pictures of the house from interior to exterior, the cabins, and the surrounding after he gave me his permission. I snapped a few stolen shots of him. For him alone, I could write a thousand words, and it would not enough.
Amber was right, all I need was a new environment and a little inspiration.
Overcoming a writer’s block depending on the reason why you had it in the first place. For instance, if the reason was that you were brokenhearted, all you needed was to move on.