Page 4 of Guarding Fable

I turn back to him, and again, I have to fight off a sigh. Theman is so beautiful. He could easily play Thor. I can imagine him strutting around in that costume Chris Hemsworth wore, his muscles bunching beneath the skintight fabric.

I shift on the seat, trying to ease the pressure between my legs. Unfortunately, it just makes things worse, and I have to bite back a growl.

“Fable?”

I blink. Oh, god, how long have I been staring at him? I feel heat crawl up into my cheeks. “No. Just nothing.”

He reaches over and pats my hand. “Don’t worry. We’ll get this figured out soon enough.”

He touched me! Okay, so I’m being a little weird about it. Or maybe this is how I always am. Maybe I’m kind of skanky and want to jump on every Norse god that comes to my rescue.

I should be more unsettled, not knowing who I am. Truthfully, I was ready to have a full-on panic attack in the hospital until he stepped into my room. The moment I saw him, it was like my soul knew I was safe. That he would take care of everything and keep me safe. I have no idea what my life was like before now, but I think it wasn’t always safe. This feeling of safety seems new to me.

It’s odd, but it is what it is.

It only takes us about another five minutes until we arrive at a cabin in the woods. Flashes of another house hit me so hard my head starts to spin. We come to a stop in front of the house, but I’m worried I might throw up.

“Angel, are you okay?”

I close my eyes and draw in a huge breath, releasing it slowly. When I open my eyes, I look over at him.

“I remember a house that looks like this.”

“My house?”

“This is your house?”

He nods. “I didn’t want to take you into town toheadquarters. Lots of noise and people.”

“But it wasn’t your house. It was another house. Bigger. Not as cute.”

“You think my house is cute?”

I smile at the irritation in his voice. Men. Not that I know that many of them. Or maybe I do…ugh. I hate this.

“Yeah. I like how if you don’t know where it is, you wouldn’t find it. And it’s…I think I like quiet.”

He nods and gets out of the truck. Before I can get the door open, he’s made his way around the front of the vehicle and is opening the door. He says nothing but picks me up in his arms and carries me to the front door.

“I think I can walk, Sheriff.”

“Leo.”

“What?”

“My name is Leo.”

He opens his door, and I realize he didn’t unlock it. That means there is someone at home. What if he’s married? I didn’t notice a ring, but that doesn’t mean anything. Papa doesn’t wear one either.

Wait.

“What?”

I look up at him as we stand just inside the door. He’s still holding me, which is absurd.

“You can set me down.”

“I know. Don’t wanna. So, tell me what thought you had. Something else.”

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