Henry walked into the kitchen. “Remember? You said working here was going to change your life.”
Having those words thrown back at me was unsettling. I made that declaration to him, not realizing how much pressure those words held.
Colin snagged a muffin off the plate and took a large bite. I tore my gaze away from the way his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed. Everything about him was sexy—not just his voice, his eyes, or those forearms.
Turning my attention to Henry, I cocked my head to the side. “I fail to see how biking for three days and camping without running water and fresh-brewed coffee will change my life.”
“You never know.” Colin’s accent did nothing to detract from his masculinity. It only enhanced it.
Was Colin insinuating that meeting him could change my life? When Henry asked for my help at the lodge so he could fly to New York to win Kelsey back, I’d told him I wasn’t ready for a relationship. My life was going nowhere fast. There was no point in looking for a guy when I had nothing to offer him. I’d vowed to figure out my life first. I wouldn’t change my mind, not even for a baseball player with a sexy accent.
Henry stood next to Kelsey, pulling her into his side. “I met you when I wasn’t expecting it.”
Kelsey smiled as he nuzzled her neck. “That’s true.”
I placed my mug on the counter, wanting space from their show of affection. “That’s my cue to leave.”
“Don’t go far. We’re heading out in ten,” Henry called after me.
“Yeah, yeah.” I couldn’t help resorting to talking to my brother like I had when we were teenagers.
I sensed Colin grabbing another pastry and following close behind me into the hallway.
Several other players made their way down the steps.
I smiled at them. “Food and drink are in the kitchen.”
I pushed open the door to the front porch where the tour vans were parked, needing the space being outdoors offered. The feel of the crisp morning air and the expanse of the mountains reminded me that the world was bigger than me. There was room to grow.
I sat in one of the rocking chairs, the cool air filling my lungs.
Sitting next to me, Colin cradled the mug in his hands. “You don’t like the outdoors?”
Suddenly, I wanted to be a girl he could be attracted to. I wanted to ignore my vow to focus on myself before getting involved with someone. “I love it. You can’t live by these mountains and not enjoy them.”
“They’re impressive.” He bobbed his head in agreement, his gaze on me, not the mountains in the distance.
“If you like the mountains, you’ll love the tour. We’re going to see a lake, hot springs, and aspen trees.” Excitement tinged my voice.
Despite the length of the bike ride and the camping factor, I was looking forward to what we’d see.
“You don’t seem as put off by the tour as you sounded in there.” Colin’s tone was assessing.
“I’m not.” It was easier to be open with Colin, who was a stranger, than with my family. We didn’t have a history. I could be myself with him.
Colin was quiet for a few seconds before he turned his attention to me. “Why do you want your brother to think you don’t like it?”
I shrugged, not liking the vulnerable feeling I got from letting him see the real me. “Let’s just say my family has their own opinion of who I am. Who am I to change their mind?”
My reasoning didn’t sound as valid when it was broadcast out loud. I sounded like a teenager defying her parents.
Colin’s eyes were gentle. “You aren’t authentic with your family?”
Nothing in his tone was judgmental. He was sincerely trying to understand.
“I guess not. Are you?” I tucked my knee under me, wondering what it was about him that made me want to be honest.
He nodded. “With my sister. We’re close.”
“That’s nice.” The fact that he was close to his sister flowed through my veins like the warm coffee sliding down my throat. I loved the idea of this attractive professional ballplayer being close to his sister.
A fond smile transformed his face. “She lives in Maryland.”
I was impressed he’d stayed close with his sibling, even living far away. “Are you close with your parents, too?”
He chuckled without any humor. “My dad runs a successful hotel chain in New Orleans where we grew up. My mom—” he cleared his throat, “died when I was little.”
“I’m sorry.” His words pierced my heart, setting off a dull ache. My family wasn’t perfect, but they were in my life. I couldn’t imagine going through the loss of a parent as a young child. I wanted to ask how his childhood was otherwise, but his expression was hooded. His family was a heavy subject for him, too.
The door opened, Henry leading the way, loud voices and laughing followed. The guys threw duffel bags into the back of the van.
Colin nodded toward the ruckus. “Looks like it’s time to go.”
Was he grateful for the interruption? Did he feel the need to be honest with me, too?
“I’d better grab my bag.” I stood, already missing the bubble we’d created on the porch.
The quiet morning was now filled with teasing, backslaps, and trash-talking. We probably wouldn’t have another moment alone together on the trip. Standing up to go back inside, I told myself it was for the best. I couldn’t figure out my life if I was wrapped up in a guy.
Walking inside, I ducked around a few guys who were talking about the upcoming bike ride when a hand landed on the small of my back. Looking back, Colin winked at me. I sucked in a breath at its potency.
Guiding me safely past the guys, Colin looked around the great room. “Where’s your bag?”
I pointed to the backpack I’d left on the couch.
“Mine’s upstairs. I’ll grab it, then help you with yours.”
“You know we’re going to be riding with the packs for three days, right?”
He smiled, slow and easy. “It doesn’t mean I can’t help out.”
Something warm settled in my chest as I watched him head up the steps to the guest rooms.
I pulled my phone out of my back pocket, opening the social media account I used to display my photography. I pictured what I’d like to add to the account this weekend and how they’d be received. My followers loved when I added something new. Alpine Lake would be a gorgeous addition to the views of snow-capped mountains over the flat roofs of the downtown businesses, the tall trees, and the rocky streams.
“Those pictures are beautiful. Is that what we’ll be seeing today?”
Not realizing Colin had returned, I quickly clicked off the account that no one knew I had, tucking it into my pocket. “No, just pictures of Telluride.”
Most of the images I’d captured were day trips from Telluride. Today was my first venture farther away. Anticipation flowed through my veins.
Colin grabbed my pack, gesturing for me to precede him. He lightly touched my elbow as we headed out. When we stepped outside into the crisp morning air, he asked, “Which van?”
I pointed to the one farthest away. The driver’s side doors boasted the new Rigby’s Adventure Tours Logo. We’d drive to the drop-off point. Kelsey, Sandy, my parents, and me were driving a van to transport the team. A shuttle would take the team from the hot springs resort to the airport on Monday. My parents would pick Henry and me up.