Page 3 of Light My Fire

I have one off and have started on the other when I hear it.

The distinctly feminine shriek.

I look up quickly and my heart almost stops.

We can see almost the entire first floor of the cabin from the door and the woman standing ten feet away, her hand on her chest, staring at us with wide eyes and her mouth open clearly just came from down the hallway to her right.

But it’s not surprise at seeing another human in the space I thought we’d have to ourselves that makes my breath lodge in my chest.

It’s seeingthisparticular human.

This gorgeous human woman who is dressed in flannel pajama bottoms and a gigantic sweater over a tank top with her long brown hair piled on her head in a messy bun.

Because she’s the woman I’ve been thinking about for the last several months, no matter how hard I try not to. No matter how many times I tell myself Ican’t. No matter what I try to forget about her.

“Hi, Brooke,” I say calmly.

Blake Wilder‘s sister turns her wide stare on me.

And when our gazes collide, our situation hits me right between the eyes.

We are about to be snowed in with the first woman to get under my skin in years.

Well, fuck.

CHAPTER 2

Luke

No,no, no.

This has to be a hallucination from sleep-deprivation and isolation.

Ihavebeen staying up too late studying and I haven’t seen another human being in five days.

Plus, now that my spring break is winding down and I feel confident about my finals, I’m half a bottle of wine into my Friday and I had a sex dream last night.

That’s why my overtired brain has conjured up three hot guys standing in the entryway of the cabin.

I blink hard.

Nope. Not a hallucination.

They’re still here—Luke, Wyatt, and another man I’ve never met. They’re definitely real and not a figment of my imagination. Though both Luke and Wyatt starred in my sex dream the night before, and that wasn’t the first time. They’ve both popped in and out of my thoughts at random intervals in recent months.

I immediately sag in relief that I don’t have to defend myself from potential marauding intruders. I almost had a heart attack when I heard the door swing open, followed by men’s voices.

“Brooke!” Wyatt Doherty grins at me.

I’ve only met Wyatt twice, briefly, but I’d recognize him anywhere. He has dark brown curly hair and bright blue eyes, shoulders the width of a football field, beard stubble, and a charming smile. He’s a firefighter, and if that wasn’t sexy enough all on its own, he has two full sleeve tattoos masking his fair skin. They’re covered right now, because he’s wearing a black winter jacket and a knit hat, but I saw him roll up his sleeves at my brother’s wedding last year and I almost passed out just from that simple act.

I bury my Doritos dust-covered fingertips in the pockets of my flannel pajama pants. “What… how…”

“Brooke,” Luke Moody says my name again and my attention is ripped off of Wyatt and straight back to him.

Luke is older, probably in his late thirties or early forties, and he has a low, commanding voice that does something entirely different to me than Wyatt’s biceps. Wyatt makes me giggle and blush. Luke makes me hot and uncomfortable. Scared, but in a way that I want to explore, like the thrill of walking through a haunted house. He’s thinner than Wyatt, and taller, with a stern jaw and brown eyes. I’ve never really seen him smile. He’s peeling an outer flannel shirt off to reveal his white, muscular arms.

“This is a surprise,” he adds.

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