Page 11 of Wild Bliss

“We have trouble,” Sawyer said.

Wyatt felt a smile cross his face.

This was the best kind of trouble. The kind he wanted to getinto. Maybe forever.

Chapter Two

Sawyer rounded the cabin, praying Bella hadn’t gotten toofar. The dog was going to be the death of him one day. She had not a singlesurvival instinct that didn’t involve being so cute some dumbass human savedher. He’d caught her trying to make friends with Maurice the same day Mauricechristened Wyatt’s neck. The moose had some serious saliva. What he hadn’t toldWyatt was the myth about the moose.

Maurice welcomed people who belonged in Bliss.

Wyatt belonged here, and Sawyer kind of dreaded the momenthe found a place of his own and met a friend who wasn’t a curmudgeonly assholeand settled down with some nice lady into his white picket fence life.

Actually, a fence would be a good wedding present. Nice.Ornate. He could put a pretty finish on it. He always ended up making a chairor something. He was pretty sure Ty was going to tie the knot with Lucy soon.With Michael, for some reason.

Where the hell was Bella?

The cold was getting through his heavy jacket, the snowcoating everything now. He heard Bella bark and looked to the drive.

Where a woman stood, hat around her head, shivering as shereached out to pet the dog’s head.

“Hey, sweetie,” she said in the voice all women seemed touse on dogs and kids. It was lilting and soothing. “Is your mom or dad around?”

Damn it. He was not a dog dad. He moved in closer, ready tostart a monster of a lecture because what the hell was this woman doing walkingdown the road wearing a light jacket in the middle of a blizzard? And shedidn’t have boots on. She was wearing freaking canvas sneakers. He could seeclearly they were already wet and would cost her a toe or two if she stayed outhere much longer. She wasn’t prepared for the weather in any way.

Then her head came up, and he realized he was the one whowas in trouble. So much fucking trouble.

He stood there when he should run and lock the door becausethat spark hit him again, every bit as strong as the first time.

The woman from the Christmas party last year was standing inthe snow. In the middle of a terrible blizzard.

Her eyes widened as she looked at him. “Hi. Uhm, I’m lookingfor Sawyer Hathaway. I was on my way up the road but I swerved off, and now mycar is kind of in a ditch and I think I left my cell phone at school.”

“There’s a school in Bliss?” He should have gotten togetherwith his friends more often. Or at all. He’d pulled away from them, and now hedidn’t even know there was a school.

She nodded. “Yes. Uhm, could I use your cell?”

Wyatt came up behind him.

“We have trouble,” Sawyer said, glancing his way. His idiotbest friend was grinning.

Yeah, he might not ever tell him, but Wyatt had become hisbest friend. Ick. He sounded like a high school kid.

She made him feel like one, and it was a problem.

“Hi,” Wyatt said like they were at a bar looking to pick upsome random woman not about to make the horrific mistake of getting stuckinside a smallish cabin with her for the entirety of a blizzard.

Snowed in. They were getting snowed in, and he would beforced to be close to her and to keep his hands off her.

He pulled his cell. No bars. How could he have no bars?Wasn’t he closer to the freaking satellites or whatever it was that pinged cellphone calls around?

Of course communications could be hard in a blizzard.

“Hi,” Sabrina said as Bella danced around her knees. “I washoping to get a little help.”

“Absolutely,” Wyatt said, hurrying toward her. “Let’s getyou inside first. You need to warm up.”

“No,” Sawyer said before he could even think about the wordscoming out of his mouth.

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