Page 12 of Wild Bliss

The woman’s eyes flared with hurt.

Not what he’d meant to do. “I mean we only have so much timeto get you off the mountain. They’ll close the road soon, and you’ll be stuckhere.”

Stuck with him. Stuck inside, trying to stay warm. If thepower went out, body heat was the only way to go. Cuddled up naked under coverswith those soft breasts pressed to his chest because his arms would be aroundher since skin to skin was also the best way to preserve warmth. And obviouslysex created heat.

Nope. No way. He was not sleeping with a soft, sweet womanwho would be utterly horrified at his background. Not to mention the shit Wyatthad been through. Wyatt’s background would send her running.

What the hell was she doing here?

“I’ll drive you back into town.” Getting her home was thebest move. Get her out of here and back to her own people, who likely never hadto join criminal organizations so they could save their brothers. Her peoplewere probably tourists watching the weather like it was something magical.

Wyatt looked at him like he’d grown an extra head. “Uh, ifyou try to get her back to town, you’ll be stuck there. If you can even getdown the mountain at this point.” He shrugged out of his jacket and approachedthe gorgeous, shouldn’t-be-here, big mistake woman. “Here. Come on inside andget warm and we’ll figure out how to help you.”

Panic. This was what panic felt like. He had stared downentire gangs of strapped dudes ready to murder him, but the idea of sharing acabin with a petite woman sent him into a tailspin.

Because he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her.

What if she ended up liking Wyatt?

WHO THE FUCK WAS HE?

He had to get her off his mountain. He was allergic to heror something.

“Nah. Get into the Jeep. I’ll take you back down,” he said,hearing the desperation in his voice. He cleared his throat and tried to soundlike he wasn’t a complete asshole. Which was hard because he was. “We’ll getyour car going once the storm clears out. I’ll sleep at the bar for a couple ofdays. No problem.”

That was friendly, right?

Wyatt rolled his eyes as he settled his coat over hershoulders. “Come on, Ms. Leal. Let’s get you warm.”

“My car is kind of blocking the road, actually,” she said toWyatt, not paying Sawyer any mind.

“I can handle your car,” he heard himself saying as hefollowed them up the steps and into the cabin, Bella bouncing along like thiswas the greatest thing that had ever happened in the history of all time. “Ican tow you all the way down.”

Wyatt closed the door behind him. “Why don’t you call thesheriff and see if it’s even possible to get to the road at this point? I’dlike for someone to know she’s here.”

The sheriff. Yes. There was zero way the sheriff left asweet tourist hanging out with two dudes he was waiting for a reason to arrest.The sheriff could save him. He moved to the landline and dialed thenon-emergency number. Although maybe he should call 911. Maybe they would senda chopper to rescue her.

“My sister is Deputy Leal,” she said, her teeth stillchattering.

Wyatt hesitated for the first time. “She’s a deputy?”

Sawyer snapped his fingers, pointing Wyatt’s way. “Yes.Apparently, yes, she is. I’ll get her on the line.”

He took the headset and walked away from the living room sothe deputy’s sister couldn’t hear how desperate he was to get rid of her. Wyattwas starting a fire in the fireplace, and she now had a blanket around her.

“Bliss County Sheriff’s Office, how can I help you?” GemmaWells’ no-nonsense voice came over the line.

“Hey, Gemma. This is Sawyer Hathaway. I own the bar on themountain west of Nell and Henry’s place.”

“Yes, Sawyer, I know who you are. What can I do for you? I’mgoing to warn you no one’s here. They’re all out closing down the roads. Ifyou’re complaining about not being able to get to your cabin, well, you shouldhave known better. Hunker down at the bar or get your ass to Nell and Henry’s.They’ll put you up for the night.”

“No, that’s not the problem. I’m at my cabin.”

“Good,” she said. “Stay there. We’ll dig you out in a coupleof days.”

The woman was not listening to him. “I’m not alone. There’sa woman here, and she can’t stay for days.”

A snort came over the line. “Are you serious? You have ahookup who waited too long to leave and now you want us to… What? Send achopper up to save you from some one-night stand?”

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