Page 44 of Snowed in With My Small Town Billionaire

Sawyer whirled around, startled. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Sorry, next time I’ll whistle,” she laughed. “What’s cursed?”

“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

She took the book out of his hand and raised her eyebrows. “The mountain, huh?”

“Yeah, there are some dark legacies associated with it.”

“I think that goes for just about any area,” she said. “I don’t think the mountain has a monopoly on that.”

“True,” Sawyer said, doubtfully.

“Lunch is ready,” she said.

Daniel announced that they were running low on wood. “I don’t suppose any of you guys know how to run the business end of axes? We have to save every drop of our gasoline for the generators.”

Darren, Joseph, Sawyer, Lucas, Jeff, and George all volunteered. They uncovered some fallen trees and started swinging axes.

Soon, in spite of temperatures that were below zero, they started to get hot and soon stripped down to their thermal underwear.

“We’re starting to look like real lumberjacks,” Darren joked.

“I guess if being a doctor doesn’t work out for me, I have a job I can fall back on.”

Everyone laughed. Later as they stacked wood on the front porch to make it easier to get to, Lucas said, teasingly, “Who would have thought that a billionaire’s kid would know how to swing an axe and chop wood?”

“Just because I grew up a rich kid doesn’t mean I didn’t work. All ten of us had chores and worked our hind ends offnonstop. Dad didn’t believe in giving any of us anything. If we wanted something, then we had to work for it.”

Lucas laughed. “I remember. When I came to stay at your place, he put me to work, too. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure that’s where I learned how to chop wood.”

They were done in time to clean up for dinner. Afterward, everyone decided to sit in the parlor and tell ghost stories. Gwen sat closely next to Sawyer on the floor, holding his hand. Sawyer felt as though there was a magnetic connection between the two of them.

When people started to yawn and decided that it was time for bed, Gwen pulled Sawyer into the library.

She looked into his eyes. Sawyer saw a mixture of passion and longing in her deep blue eyes. Gwen wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on her toes, and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was tentative at first and then became more passionate.

Sawyer felt smoldering embers deep inside of him explode into intense flames and the heat coursed through his body. He slid his arms around her, pulling her tight against him. He loved the feeling of their bodies pressed close together.

The kiss was hot and wet, and electricity exploded around them. He felt an aching need stir inside of him.

Gwen must have felt the same, because she pulled back and touched his face gently.

“I guess I should go to bed. Good night, Sawyer.”

“Good night, Gwen.”

As he slid into the sleeping bag on his cot, he wondered what it would feel like to hold her in his arms all night long.

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Gwen

Gwen lay back on her pillow, her fingers touching her lips. Closing her eyes, she could still feel the intensity of the kiss. She had never known a kiss could feel like that – soft and gentle, but with an intensity that made her heart race. That moment, when they held each other in the library, it felt like everyone and everything in the world disappeared around them. Her body still tingled from lightning that had coursed through her body.

I wonder what it would feel like to make love to him?

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