All You Need is Love: Green Mountain Book One (A Green Mountain Romance)

by Marie Force

  Even though everything she had hurt, especially after acting as a landing pad for him, Cameron busted up laughing. She laughed so hard that tears streamed down her face. The glower he directed her way only made her laugh harder.

  “I have a reputation to maintain around here, you know.”

  When she tried to reply to that, she cracked up again.

  “That’s it,” he said. “I give up. You, Cameron Murphy, suck at skiing.”

  With her arms stretched out at her sides, she howled with laughter. “I tried to tell you I would, but noooo,” she said when she could speak again. “You’re a former instructor, Olympic contender, state champ, extraordinaire and all that business.” She wiped the tears from her frozen cheeks.

  “I hope you know that the scene you’re making here is going to get even bigger play in town than your encounter with Fred.”

  “Nice try, but it’s still hilarious.”

  “I’m glad the ruination of my reputation as the best skier in this valley is entertaining to you.”

  That sparked another round of hysterical laughter. She laughed so hard her ribs began to ache almost as much as her rear end did.

  And then he smiled at her and shook his head, clearly amused even if he’d die before he admitted it.

  “So, Mr. Olympic Contender Extraordinaire, how do you propose to get me down off this mountain you insisted on taking me to?”

  “This,” he said disdainfully, “is a bunny slope. That, over there, is a mountain.”

  “Bunny slope, mountain, they all look the same from my point of view. How about I make a sled out of the skis and go down that way?”

  “How about not?” He reached over to unbuckle her skis, leaving her in the rigid boots that snapped into the skis. “You’re lucky we’re due at my mom’s for dinner, or I might have to take you home and spank your sore butt for knocking me over and then laughing at me on my mountain.”

  Cameron sputtered with outrage that quickly morphed into something else altogether when she caught a glimpse of the teasing glimmer in his eyes. “You mean your bunny slope, don’t you? And, PS, if you get to spank me, I get to spank you right back for not listening to me when I told you this was a bad idea.”

  “Don’t get me all hot and bothered when I’m trying to be pissed with you.”

  She smiled angelically at him as he helped her up once again.

  “Do. Not. Move. Got me?”

  “Yes, your extraordinary-ness.”

  “Smart-ass.” He gathered up her skis and poles and maneuvered so he was in front of her. “Hop on.”

  “You gotta be freaking kidding me.”

  The look he tossed her over his shoulder told her he was dead serious.

  “I don’t know about this, Will.” Bunny slope or not, it was still a long way to the bottom. “Can’t I just walk down?”

  “No, you can’t walk down. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes, but—”

  “No buts. Jump on and hold on. Remember when I told you you’ll always be safe with me?”

  “This is what you meant?”

  “I meant always. Now, are you coming with me, or are you going to subject me to the further humiliation of sending the snow patrol after my girlfriend?”

  She stared at him, stunned. “I’m your girlfriend?”

  “Well, yeah. What did you think you are to me after last night?”

  “I didn’t really know.”

  “Now you do. So are you going to trust me or what?”

  Because she did trust him and didn’t want him to doubt that, she scampered onto his back and curled her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

  “You’ve got to do all the holding on because I’m carrying your skis, okay?”

  She tightened her hold on his neck to an official death grip. “Um, okay,” she said, even though it was totally not okay.

  Over his shoulder she watched him arrange her skis and poles and his poles into a bundle that he held against his chest with both arms. “Here we go.” He turned the tips of his skis toward the incline, and they took off like they’d been shot out of a cannon.

  “No screaming,” he said before Cameron could do just that. “And you might want to close your eyes.”

  As visions of the luge in her dream came back to haunt her, she closed her eyes and buried her face in his shoulder while trying very, very hard not to scream as they flew down the slope. Holding on as tightly as she could, she felt the play of his muscles as he navigated the hill using only the skis and his body. Despite her fear, it was sort of cool to experience how naturally skiing came to him.

  He snowplowed to a stop at the bottom of the hill. “You can let go now, sweetheart.”

  Cameron’s entire body was aching from falling a hundred times and from holding on for dear life. Her legs didn’t seem to want to work when she landed, and she nearly fell—again. Thankfully, she was able to maintain her balance.

  Adrenaline pumped through her system, making her feel breathless. She wasn’t sure what had been more exciting—flying down the hill on his back or having him refer to her as his girlfriend. The latter, definitely.

  “Hey, Abbott, did you finally get a student who couldn’t be taught?” a guy skiing past them asked.

  “Bite me, Kyle.”

  Kyle skied off, laughing as he went.

  “Sorry,” Cameron muttered.

  “Don’t be. He’s a dickhead. I don’t care what he says.” He leaned in and kissed her nose and then her lips. “You’re awfully cute in that getup.”

  “So you don’t see your sister when you look at me in all her stuff?”

  “I definitely do not see my sister when I look at you.”

  Cameron felt a shiver go through her that once again had nothing at all to do with the cold.

  “Let’s get a move on so we’re not late to my mom’s. Dinner is at three every Sunday year-round.”

  “That’s a really nice tradition,” she said as she followed him into the lodge where they’d left their belongings.

  “Her mother did it before her, and when my grandmother died, my mom continued the tradition without missing a week.”

  “How long ago did your grandmother die?”

  “Nine years. That was a tough one. She was like our second mother. My mom would tell you she never would’ve survived having ten kids if her mom hadn’t been there to help out. She was a big part of our lives and our cousins’ lives. That was the first really big loss for all of us. And then Caleb . . . That was something else altogether.”

  “I can’t even imagine.”

  “Horrible. Worst thing ever.”

  Cameron sat on a wooden bench, and he knelt in front of her to help her out of the ski boots. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair but refrained since they were in public.

  “Losing my grandmother was rough, but she’d been sick awhile, so we knew it was coming. She told us not to cry for her. She’d lived a good, long life and had no complaints.”

  “She sounds like a wonderful person.” Cameron slid her feet into the welcoming comfort of the boots he’d given her.

  “She was. I miss her a lot.” He looked up at her. “She would’ve liked you.”

  Cameron smiled at him, warmed by the compliment.

  “Caleb, on the other hand . . . That was so shocking, you know?” With her boots removed he joined her on the bench to take his off. “I mean we all knew it was possible when he went to Iraq, but he was so tough and almost invincible that I don’t think anyone thought it would actually happen. Especially Hannah. It was a nightmare. Worst day of my life.”

  Cameron rested her hand on his back, wishing she could say or do something to offer comfort.

  He glanced at her. “What you did last night, getting her to go to the dance, that was a big deal to all of us. So thanks.”

  “I was glad to see her having a good time. I wonder what happened with Nolan.”

  “If I know Hannah, I’m sure she danced with him and t
hen gave him the polite brush-off, but dancing with him was progress.” He stood and picked up the duffel containing their ski boots and held out a hand to her. “Let’s go find out what happened.”

  “Thanks for trying to teach me to ski.”

  “We’ll try again. I’m not ready to give up on you yet.”

  “You’re a glutton for punishment, and besides, I don’t think my poor, injured bum could take any more.”

  He released her hand to pat her bottom. “I’ll take care of your poor, injured bum when we get home.”

  Intrigued and aroused, she let out a groan when her bottom made contact with the seat in the truck. “How long do we have to stay at dinner?”

  “Long enough to eat and run.” He leaned in to kiss her. “And then it’s home for a massage followed by some hot-tub time.”

  “You have a hot tub?”

  “Yep.”

  Cameron moaned with anticipation. “I think I just died and went straight to heaven.”

  “Not yet you haven’t, but you will later.” After another quick kiss, he closed the passenger door and walked around to the front of the truck.

  Watching him, Cameron was elated and giddy and happy. For the first time in her entire life, she was honestly and truly happy. “Oh God,” she whispered in the seconds before he opened the driver door to join her. “I’m in love with him.”

  CHAPTER 15

  He’s bigger than life and twice as handsome.

  —The gospel according to Elmer Stillman

  An hour into the gathering at the Abbotts’ barn, Cameron realized she wasn’t just in love with Will. She’d fallen for his entire family. Max had brought Chloe, and everyone had been extra nice to her, congratulating her and making her feel welcome. Even Molly and Lincoln had greeted her warmly, which had brought tears to Chloe’s eyes. Her relief was obvious, as was Max’s devotion to her. Cameron had a feeling the two of them would make a go of it.

  Lucas and Landon had been called out to a house fire in Derby, but everyone else had made it to dinner.

  Seated next to Will’s hilariously charming grandfather at dinner, she had been treated to a running commentary from the delightful Elmer Stillman.

  He was in his mid-eighties with wispy white hair, twinkling blue eyes and an easy smile that was full of the devil. Like most of his grandsons, he wore a flannel shirt with faded jeans and was absolutely adorable.

  “Now tell me about this so-called website you’re making for my store.”

  “Dad, you’re monopolizing Cameron,” Molly said as she served dessert after a delicious roast beef dinner.

  “I am not. I’m getting to know her, so leave us alone.”

  Molly sent a sympathetic look to Cameron, who smiled to let Molly know she was enjoying her time with Elmer. Mindful of the fact that he’d only recently acquired a television, she gave him a basic description of the website and how it would work once it was finished.

  “So anyone can go on this Interweb thingie and get information about the store at any time of day or night?”

  “That’s right. Essentially, you’ll be open around the clock, even when the store is closed.” To her left, she noticed Lincoln feeding table scraps to Ringo and George, who had waited patiently throughout dinner.

  “That’s mighty clever,” Elmer said.

  “I like to think so.”

  “You need to come over to my house. I have pictures and all kinds of stuff from way back when we first opened the store that you might find interesting.”

  “I’d love to. I’ll ask Will to bring me over one day this week.”

  “Let me know when, and I’ll make lunch for you.”

  “It’s a date.”

  “Gramps, are you moving in on my girl?” Will asked from his seat to Cameron’s left.

  “No one told me she’s your girl, William,” Elmer said indignantly. “And now that she’s met me, you might have some competition on your hands, young man.”

  “That’s right,” Cameron said, wrapping her hands around Elmer’s arm and leaning her head on his shoulder.

  Elmer’s guffaw delighted her as did the laughter of the entire family.

  “Watch out for the old man, bro,” Colton said as he finished a third helping of mashed potatoes while everyone else ate apple pie. According to his mother, he’d consumed enough food for five people. “He’s still got game.”

  “You know it, boyo,” Elmer said.

  Cameron insisted on helping to clear the table, even when Molly told her she didn’t have to.

  “You’re our guest,” Molly said. “You don’t have to work.”

  “I don’t mind at all, and it helps me to move around. I’m super stiff after my skiing lesson this morning.”

  “You’ll discover all new muscles you never knew you had.”

  “I’ve already discovered that sitting is excruciating.”

  Hannah laughed as she joined them in the kitchen. “Does that mean it didn’t go well?”

  “It was a disaster of epic proportions,” Cameron said. “I spent most of the time on my rear end.” While the others went to fetch more dishes, Cameron took advantage of a moment alone with Hannah. “How did the dancing go last night?”

  “Fine,” Hannah said shyly. “It was fun.” She glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was listening. “I let him drive me home.”

  “And?”

  “And nothing. I danced with him, and I let him drive me home. That was enough for one night.”

  “I’m glad you went.”

  “I am, too.”

  Ella brought a stack of plates to the kitchen. “Why do they always manage to get out of kitchen duty?” she asked of her brothers, who had scattered at the first mention of the word dishes.

  “We don’t need them,” Charlotte said. “We can’t gossip with them around anyway.” She turned and zeroed in on Cameron. “So you and Will, huh?”

  Cornered, Cameron wasn’t sure what she should say as she felt her face heat. “Ahh, um . . .”

  “You don’t have to answer that, Cameron,” Molly said with a disapproving glance at her daughter as she carried the dessert plates to the sink.

  “Oh, come on,” Charlotte said. “Like it’s a big secret he’s all gaga over her.”

  “Charley,” Hannah said gently. “Don’t scare her away. We like her—and so does he.”

  “It’s okay,” Cameron said, grateful for Hannah’s kind support. “I like him, too. He’s amazing.”

  “We’ve always thought so,” Molly said, patting Cameron’s arm.

  Will came into the kitchen and stopped short when he saw his mother and sisters gathered around Cameron. “I had a feeling you might need another rescue,” he said, squeezing between Ella and Charlotte to take her hand. “Let me get you out of this hornet’s nest.”

  “Honestly, Will,” Charlotte said, giving him a playful shove that he easily deflected. “We’re not that bad.”

  “Yes, you are, and I won’t let you scare her off. Besides, she’s sore from skiing, and I promised her some hot-tub time.”

  It was all Cameron could do not to moan with anticipation of the hot tub. Every muscle in her body was aching—and not all of her aches could be blamed on skiing.

  “Go on along, honey,” Molly said, going up on tiptoes to kiss Will’s cheek. She turned to Cameron and hugged her gently. “I hope you feel better. The girls and I are baking cookies for the nursing home tomorrow night if you’d like to join us.”

  “I’d love to, but I’m not much of a baker. Not sure how much help I’d be.”

  “Not to worry. You can help us polish off a bottle of wine or two.”

  “Or three,” Ella said, making Hannah giggle.

  “That I can do. I’d love to come if Will doesn’t mind driving me.”

  “I don’t mind.”

  “Great,” Molly said, beaming at her. “We’ll see you then.”

  “Thanks so much for dinner. I really enjoyed it.”

  “You’re ve
ry welcome. We’re glad you could join us, and thank you for the gorgeous flowers. You didn’t have to do that.”

  “Yes, I did.”

  On the way out, Lincoln gave her a hug. “Thanks for coming.”

  “Thanks for having me. I love your family. They’re a lot of fun.”

  “They have their moments,” he said as he beamed with pride. “See you in the office tomorrow.”

  “I’ll be there.” She patted Ringo and George as the others said their good-byes. Cameron was sorry she hadn’t gotten a chance to find out if Hunter had worked up the nerve to ask Megan to dance. There’d been too many people around, and she hadn’t wanted to embarrass him with nosy questions. But she really wanted to know.

  “We have to make two quick stops on the way home,” Will said when they were in the truck.

  “Do I have to move?”

  “Nope.”

  “Good answer.”

  He parked outside the store and ran inside, returning ten minutes later carrying a big box that he put in the back. Then he drove to the grocery store and was gone fifteen minutes before emerging with two brown bags that he also stashed in the back of the truck. They arrived at his house a short time later, and Will insisted on carrying in the bags she’d brought from Hannah’s as well as the groceries. He wouldn’t let her do anything.

  “Just sit and relax,” he said after he stoked the fire and covered her with a down throw.

  “I feel useless.”

  “Feel pampered instead.”

  This being in love stuff was not for wimps, she discovered as a barrage of emotions overtook her as she watched him move about the cabin. He put her suitcases in the bedroom and her computer bag on the desk in the living room. In the kitchen, he unloaded the groceries and then made one last trip to the truck for what he said was the most important item, which turned out to be a space heater he’d gotten at the store.

  “You’re going to bankrupt the place with all the stuff you’re getting for me,” she said, even though she was touched by his thoughtfulness.

  “We’re a long way from bankrupt, sweetheart. Despite what Hunter says. We call him Mr. Doom and Gloom behind his back because he’s always giving us worst-case scenarios.”