Page 63 of Fastlander Fealty

She could tell the exact moment Owen realized she was there. He looked up the hill and said something into the walkie talkie to Gunner, glanced over at her, and went back to tightening a cord around a huge trunk. And then he froze. And then he jerked his attention up at her. From here, she could see the bright white of his smile.

He said something else into the walkie-talkie and Gunner gestured him up, then cut the engine of the enormous machine.

Owen was so sure footed as he made his way up the hill, cluttered with felled trees. As he drew closer, she could see how dirty his wet shirt was, and his muddy work pants. His hardhat had scuff marks on it, and the shirt he wore clung to his muscles.

Okay.

Okay.

She’d never given a thought to how sexy blue-collar boys could be, but Owen looked hot as hell right now. All muddy and sweaty and bright-eyed, and he kept smiling at her as he drew closer.

“Hey you!” he called as he climbed the last few logs to reach her.

She had so many butterflies as he picked her up and planted a kiss on her lips, right there in front of everyone.

Feeling shy, she slipped her arms around him and buried her face against his neck to ignore the rest of the world.

“Awww, woman I missed you. What are you doing here?”

“I have news and food.”

“Life saver,” he drawled out. “I’m starving. I’m about kill all these fuckin’ humans…”

One of them was passing them. “Feed him please. He’s an actual demon today.”

She giggled. “Are you being mean to your work team?”

Owen set her down on her feet and tapped his hardhat against hers. “I didn’t get much sleep last night. Someone kept me up.”

“It was me,” she whispered.

“It was totally you. What did you bring for food?”

“Moosey’s.”

“Ooooh my gosh,” he drawled grabbing her hands and pretending to go weak at the knees. “Woman what do you need from me? My soul? You can have it. It’s yours.”

“You sure are easy,” she teased as she walked with him toward Corey’s car.

“Barbecue and blow jobs—”

“Owen!” she whisper-screamed.

“You said you have news. Spill the news, kitty.”

“I am officially rogue.”

His blond brows drew down and he stopped walking. “I don’t mean to poo-poo on your news, but you already announced that.”

“Yeah, but I told Rook.”

“Yeah she did!” Hallie called from where she was organizing food near Corey’s car. “She told Rook right off! I heard it!”

Silver couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up her throat. “And also, I have a new place to live.”

“My house?” he asked, his eyebrows arched up like that should’ve been obvious.

She shook her head. “I’m renting out Wreck’s mobile home.”

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