Page 27 of Her Grumpy Lumberjack

“Looks good!” Duke says. “No more black sludge.”

“Awesome,” I say, getting back to work on the bookshelves I’m installing.

Kane helps me position the wood straight as I fit the final shelf before wiping the sweat from my brow.

Ever since Sienna left a week ago, I’ve thrown myself into working on the cabin. Ronan wanted to help, and soon enough, Duke and Kane got wind of the project and came along too. Together, we finished the floor, mended all the holes and leaks, fitted new windows, sealed everything up, set up the electricity and water supply, and made the whole thing look good as new. Now that the shelves are up and the desk is built, all that’s left is to decorate it. I’m going to wait until Sienna is here for that. I want the cabin to look exactly how she wants it.

“I think we’re done,” I say, standing back to look at our work.

The cabin is unrecognizable. It’s still tiny, but it’s sturdy, solid, and spotlessly clean. All the vines and weeds have been stripped away, and the big new windows are gleaming, letting in the bright afternoon light.

“Good job, guys,” Kane says, nodding his head as he looks around.

“Looks like a whole new cabin,” Duke agrees.

“Thanks so much for helping out.” I reach out to shake their hands. “I owe you all big time.”

“No problem,” Ronan says. “Hope your girl loves it. When’s she getting here?”

“Anytime now.”

My heart pounds knowing I’m going to see Sienna soon. I’ve missed her like hell this past week. Her absence has been a physical ache in my chest, making it hard to eat or sleep, and working on her cabin has been the only thing keeping me going. Hell, even Moose has been gloomy, whining for her day and night.

“Well, we better get going,” Duke says, gathering up his tools. “Don’t want to intrude on your reunion.”

Ronan and Kane follow suit, heaving their tools out of the cabin. I thank them again, feeling so damn grateful to all of them as they disappear into the woods toward their own homes.

“Come on, buddy,” I say, beckoning Moose toward me. “You ready to see our girl?”

He is full of restless energy, almost like he can sense my anticipation as we stand in front of Sienna’s cabin and wait, staring out at the dirt track. Fifteen minutes later, I hear the buzz of an engine getting closer, and my mouth goes dry as I peer up ahead, waiting for the sight of Sienna’s tiny car. It emerges from the trees, and Moose starts barking wildly. As it comes to a stop, I race toward it, wrenching open the driver-side door.

Sienna squeals as I pull her straight out of her seat and into my arms, my whole body breathing a sigh of relief.

She’s back for good.

I never have to let her go again.

I drink in her familiar scent, kissing every inch of her I can reach—her nose, her forehead, her freckled cheeks. She’s giggling, grinning at me, her eyes shining with delight as she wraps her arms around my neck. Moose jumps up to greet her with a cheerful howl.

“I missed you so fucking much,” I tell her, squeezing her tight.

“I missed you too,” she says, her sweet voice making my heart clench.

I pull back to look at her, my eyes roaming her face, absorbing every detail.

“You’re so damn beautiful. I missed seeing your face every day.”

Sienna beams at me, and I lean in to kiss her, sucking on her soft bottom lip. I missed her taste. I kiss her deeply, my hands tangling in her pink hair, our mouths moving desperately. Her tongue laps against mine, and she lets out a soft moan as I pull her close, my cock stirring as her thick curves press against me.

When we finally come up for air, Sienna smiles widely, her face lit up with joy. “I’m so happy to be back.”

“How did it go with your sister?”

To my relief, her smile doesn’t falter. “It went better than expected.”

“That’s great news, sugar.” I press a quick kiss on her cheek. “I have something to show you.”

I set her down on the ground and guide her toward the cabin.

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