Winning Back His Wife (Camp Firefly Falls Book 1) by Gwen Hayes, Zoe York Read Free Book Online

tossing it toward the plastic drop sheet where the supplies were.
    "My wife is more important than that," he whispered. "I need to remind her just how much she means to me."
    "She means to you? Or her ass means to you?"
    "Don't ask complicated questions of the hired help." He scraped his teeth lightly over her bottom lip. It was her, of course. The sex was symbolic of their connection, but it was Heather that lit him up inside. Her passion and her enthusiasm. She was the color in his life on every level.
    But there were things more important than getting each other off in the midday sun. Not that he could remember them, at the moment.
    High-ground . Oh, right.
    "While the porch dries, let's take another walk," he murmured between kisses.
    "There's a bed in the main house."
    Tempting. "We'll get there eventually. I want to see more of the camp. I've got…some ideas."
    She leaned back as far as his arms, banded tight around her, allowed. Not far, at all, but enough for him to read a touch of wariness in her expression. "What kind of ideas?"
    "Fully supportive, ready-to-be-vetted-by-the-camp-director ideas." He cleared his throat. "Masculine, all-men-want-to-be-boys ideas."
    Her face lit up. "I love that."
    Okay, so maybe that was a bit manipulative, appealing to her deep-seated belief that everyone wanted to reclaim their lost youth. She wasn't wrong, though. There was something invigorating about skinny dipping and getting grass in one's hair. "Is there still a dock in the lake?"
    She nodded.
    "How about we go find some paper and sketch out what we've got, and what we need to build, then we can drive into Briarsted to get supplies and lunch. When we get back, we can swim out to the dock. I've got a fantasy about tugging on your bikini strings that I can't get out of my mind."
    "My swimsuit is inside the cabin."
    "We can buy you one in town—" He held up his hand, cutting off her protest. "Let me spoil you a bit while I still have a successful job. Pretty soon we'll be able to authentically play the penniless camp director and her hired handyman to your heart's content."
    She winked. "No skinny dipping?"
    "Any chance anyone else will see that bottom I'm so fond of? Because I'm feeling extra possessive right now."
    "Maybe no skinny dipping. You can buy me a new swimsuit. And the makings for s’mores. I feel like having a bonfire."
    "Deal." He took her hand, the most natural feeling in the world, and together they cleaned up the paint supplies. Lugging it all over to the main house was worth it when she pulled two cold beers from the fridge in the kitchen. It was the only new appliance in the place.
    "Got that fifty percent off on a scratch and dent sale," Heather said proudly when she caught him looking at it.
    "Very impressive." He meant it. "All of it is, baby. I mean it."
    She held his gaze for a long, heavy moment, then nodded and smiled. "Thank you."
    "So tell me more about the corporate retreat option."
    "That grabs your attention, eh?"
    "I've been on the other end of a few. I know what I've liked—and what I didn't care for. It's gotta be an experience that really pushes teams out of their comfort zone."
    "Helps them reconnect with the boys—and girls—deep inside?"
    He laughed. "Something like that. Inspire and motivate them to innovate, 'out-of-the-box thinking' might be the corporate spin on it."
    "Oh, blech," she burst out. "Come on, that's what all the pamphlets say!"
    He took a slow draw of beer as his eyebrows crawled up his forehead. "You think?"
    "You forget I know that corporate world just as well as you do." She tapped her finger against his chest, her eyes bright. "The difference is, you drank the Kool-Aid. I was never comfortable with all that mumbo jumbo. You're on the right path, though."
    He grunted, not wanting to get into a fight over semantics.
    She tipped her bottle up, and he distracted himself by watching the play of her throat as she swallowed. Living at the camp all summer had been good for