other for a suspended moment, then he gave a nod and stood. “Okay, well I’ve got some breakfast made when you’re ready.”
Blake shut the door on his way out, and Poppy sat on the bed and went back to staring out the French doors. The snow continued in a flurry of motion, and she was struck by the beauty of it.
If only she could be one of those snowflakes with the wind taking her far, far away.
Chapter Four
“Breakfast was delicious, Blake.” Poppy leaned back in her seat and smiled at him. The sunlight poured through the bay window and cast a golden glow across Blake. The thermal Henley he wore was snug against his broad chest, and Poppy could make out the twin mounds of his pecs . She looked away quickly. After finishing her coffee she stood and walked over to him.
“Here, let me do the dishes.” She reached out to grab his plate, but his hand atop hers stopped her. She lifted her eyes to his and waited. For a moment she was struck by how handsome he was. Guilt immediately consumed her.
“Forget about the dishes. How ‘bout I take you to the waterfall?”
“Really?” Actual excitement filled her. “Like an actual waterfall?”
His chuckle was deep and low, and it did funny things to her belly, things she didn’t really want to think about.
“It’s not much of a waterfall this time of year, but it’s still a beautiful sight.” He stood, and she took a step back. “It’s breathtaking this time of year, and if you want to see it we should go before the storm hits.”
“A storm is supposed to hit?”
He scooped up his plate and took hers out of her hand .“ Yeah . We’re supposed to get a few feet starting tomorrow night, and it’ll continue until Sunday evening.” He set the dishes in the sink and turned around. Blake leaned against the counter and crossed his muscular arms over his chest. He hadn’t shaved yesterday, and the extra day’s worth of growth looked really good on him. “First I’ll show you the office so you’re familiar with it come Monday, but then we can head up the mountain.” He grinned.
“Okay.” She headed back to her room to change into warmer clothes and freshen up then met Blake in the kitchen. He was already dressed with his coat on and his car keys in hand.
Once in the SUV they headed into town. They didn’t really speak, but that was okay because a comfortable atmosphere filled the vehicle. They pulled into the small parking lot of the Wildlife Preserve, and Blake cut the engine.
The first thing Poppy noticed inside the building were the framed samples of different flora and fauna that lined the walls. A small desk was off to the right with stacks of paperwork littered atop it. A standard, grey filing cabinet stood next to that.
“So, that’ll be your desk.” Blake pointed to where her gaze was already. “As you can see we are in desperate need of some help.” It was cute the way his cheeks turned pink after he said it.
Noise sounded down the hallway, and Blake gestured for her to follow. A door stood to the left, which was closed, and Blake told her that’s where most of their records were kept.
“You guys don’t keep anything in the computer?” He continued to lead her down the narrow hallway and stopped in front of the only other door.
“We do, but internet connection out here is spotty, if we can even get it. Besides, we’re kind of old school around here. Maggie likes to have actual hardcopies of our findings, but we still have to input our data into the system. That’s where you come in.”
“Maggie?”
Blake pushed open the door and proceeded to let her enter first. A thin woman was bent at the waist and rifling through a box of papers.
“Hey, Maggie.” The woman stood at the sound of Blake’s voice. She pushed her wire-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose and smiled.
“Hi, Blake.” She flicked her eyes toward Poppy, and a slight frown wrinkled the skin between her eyes.
“This is Poppy Ellis, my sister