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Maybe he can. I find I’m more than okay with it.

It’s only when he slowly stands up and my eyes go straight to the way his cock is straining against the fly of his jeans that I realize he never even took them off. I bite my lip as my mouth waters. He clears his throat which has my gaze snapping up to meet his.

All he does is wink at me before striding out of the room, a spring in his silent steps.

“Woah,” I breathe out and melt back against his bed which smells like pine and him.

Woah is fucking right.

CHAPTER 6

HUTCH

I can feel the approaching storm. It’s a feeling and scent in the air. There’s no way I would have been able to ignore it even if I hadn’t gotten a weather alert early this morning.

This storm is going to be a big one and we’ll be stuck for days. I’m more than prepared to be snowed in since this is far from the first time this has happened. At least this time, Fallon is with me.

That will be a nice change. I’m a little surprised at myself with how much I welcome having her here with me.

If I’m being honest with myself, I don’t want her to ever leave. I’m not even sure when the thought first burrowed into my soul, but it’s there now and not going anywhere anytime soon.

I have no idea how to get her to stay though. She has an entire life in Seattle, one which may be lost to her for sure, but that doesn’t mean she’ll be up for rebuilding her life here.

On a mountain.

In the middle of nowhere.

This place could be too quiet for her. She won’t have her lab and her job, which she clearly is passionate about. When I’ve gotten her to talk a little bit about what she did for Luxe Notes, which hasn’t been much, she gets a dreamy look on her face.

It’s totally irrational, but I’m jealous of anything that puts that look on her face when it’s not me.

I want all her dreamy looks. I want all her smiles. I want all her pleasure.

Maybe that makes me a sick fuck, but it is what it is, and my gut is telling me Fallon is the woman for me. My head can say it’s too fast all it wants, but I’m a man who learned to trust his gut a long time ago. It hasn’t steered me wrong yet and has helped me get out of more than one sticky situation.

Instinct.

The string of fate.

Whatever my gut is reacting to, I know Fallon is meant to mean something to me. She’s meant to mean everything.

As I set up another log for me to split, I glance up at the sky. It’s imposing and ominous. This storm is going to be a big one.

Still, I know I can’t let my guard down just because of the storm. While most people wouldn’t brave it, people who are driven by money and greed would. Fuck, for all I know they’ll think it’ll be the perfect cover.

That is, of course, if the men who took the contract to silence Fallon have figured out where she is. Duncan took her phone with him back to Denver and he has the ability to do his tech shit with it, but who knows what resources the men who broke into Fallon’s place have at their disposal.

The thought of someone coming after her, of her knowing another moment of fear, has me bringing down the axe with more force than necessary. I’ve been out here for a while, already shedding my jacket and flannel as I’ve worked up a sweat.

It only takes one storm to learn that you need to stockpile wood and ensure it doesn’t get too wet. I might have generators and be prepared, but the fireplace is still the best source of heat in my place. With a shake of my head, I reposition the wood again because it was a large log to begin with.

A woman like Fallon deserves so much more than my cabin can offer her.

It’s stupid of me to think that she’ll be happy here.

Fuck, I’m not even sure that I’m happy here. But I also know I don’t belong anywhere else. Not with the demons I fight on a daily basis.

It’s better for me to be out here on my own, at least that’s what I’ve always believed and told myself. Now, the thought of being here without Fallon, of not having her subtle scent of roses on my pillow and filling up the rooms of my home, makes me want to burn the world down.

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