Page 19 of His Wood Her Fire

Must be beautiful in summer.

Sadness filled me, and I realized that was something I’d never experienced.

But I couldn’t afford to dwell on that.I refused to get caught up in melancholy when Christmas was so close.

This place wasn’t mine.It was as simple as that.Yeah, sleeping with Bo was a mistake, but I wouldn’t regret it.

I didn’t belong here, though, and I made up my mind right then to spend the rest of the day packing up my things to head out first thing tomorrow morning.

But first, fudge.

Chapter Nine-Bo

Shit.

I never felt as low in all my life as I had when I sent Gloria fleeing from my bedroom yesterday.

I’d been distant, gruff, and rude.

Basically, myself.

But what the hell was I supposed to do?I barely knew the woman!

Not true.

You know how she tastes.

You know the sounds she makes when she gets excited.

How she feels wrapped around you.

You know the way her pussy trembles and her whole body shudders when she comes.

“Motherfucker,” I muttered, wiping a big hand across my face.

I saw her leave the cabin earlier, when I was out doing my morning routine, and worry got the better of me.So, I followed her.

At a distance, of course.

Contrary to current events proving the exact opposite, I wasn’t a fucking idiot.

I knew Gloria didn’t want to talk to me, and I couldn’t blame her one bit.But I would blame myself if anything happened to her.

The mere idea of one hair on her head being injured was just fucking unbearable.

I was a creep.A goddamn stalker.But I wouldn’t apologize for it.

She was too sweet.Too soft.Too damn breakable, and I wasn’t going to sit in my cabin like some kind of a hermit and allow her to get lost or worse.

Luckily, Slick wasn’t about long hikes.An hour round trip was enough for her, and I was relieved.

She wasn’t wearing the right boots, and her coat wasn’t thick enough for more than that.

I wanted to scold her for being so careless and reckless with her person, but again, I wasn’t a complete fucking moron.She wouldn’t welcome my advice or interference right now, and until I figured out how to get back in her good graces, this would have to.

And I would get back in her good graces.There was no other choice.

While I’d been freaking out over the sudden and intense array of emotions that had risen within me after we’d made love, I’d also reached one very important conclusion.

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