Page 7 of Guarding Fable

“You need to take care of our charge. Better to have you on her twenty-four hours a day than have you back here. Nothing going on right now anyway.”

After I hang up, I smile at Fable. “Feel better?”

She nods. “Although my head is starting to really pound. But I need to take my medicine with food.”

“Good thing I made stew.”

She smiles at me, and I feel as if the angels are singing my name. “I thought I smelled something delicious.”

“Well, we need to be careful. You might be allergic to something that we don’t know about.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh, I didn’t think about that.”

I nod. “No worries. I have an epi-pen if we need it. I’m allergic to peanuts, so I always have one.”

“I’ll just go get dressed.”

“You can stay in that.” Please stay in that.

“Well, either way, I need to do something with this.” She motions to her hair.

“Don’t feel like you need to, but if you want to, I’ll get this all ready.”

“I was wondering if I could take a shower.”

“Of course. Come on. I’ll show you where everything is.”

She follows me, and when we get into the bathroom, I show her where the towels are. When I see the extra toothbrush in the cup on the vanity, I feel something warm and happy in my chest. It’s a sign that my life is changing, and I like it. Of course, she has no idea about it, but we’ll get to it as soon enough.

“I’ll get the biscuits made and just come out when you’re ready.”

“Thank you, Sheriff.”

“Leo.”

She offers me a shy smile. “Leo.”

Hearing my name on her lips has me taking her into my arms and sliding my hands down her body, pressing every luscious curve against my hard body.

I bend my head and brush my mouth against hers, liking the way she trembles in my arms. She’s not scared, or I don’t think she is. Instead, I feel a wave of desire as her tongue slips out and traces the seam of my lips. My eyes roll back in my head from the shot of pleasure that hits me from that simple move. I groan, backing her into the bathroom, my hands slipping over her ass and pulling her up against my groin. I’m so fucking hard I’m about to bust out of my jeans.

Then I remember the poor woman was left for dead, that she is under my care, and I break the kiss.

“I’m sorry.”

She lifts her hand to her lips, tapping her fingers against her swollen mouth. Then, she looks up at me, dropping her hand.

“I’m not.”

This woman is going to kill me. I’m not sure how long I can survive with no blood in my brain. I curl my fingers to keep from reaching out to her. She needs space, and I can’t take advantage. I’ve been raised better than that.

“Take your time, Angel.”

Then I slip out of the bathroom, leaving her to her shower.The idea that she’s going to be in there completely naked, water sluicing down her soft flesh…fuck.

I force myself away from the door and back into the kitchen. My mother would smack me upside the head for behaving the way I did. Thinking of my mother apparently works on my dick, at least for now. My erection goes down, and I can finally think straight again. I throw together some biscuits. My mother didn’t have any daughters, just me, so she gave me all the family recipes. A southern girl who fell for an airman, she brought all her great southern recipes with her.

Thinking of my mother has me worried. If she hears about this, she’s going to be over here in a minute, wanting to meet the woman. I don’t mind, because I aim to marry Fable, but she could make things more difficult. I want her to meet her future daughter-in-law, but my mother is…a lot. I love her, but she’s definitely the handful my father calls her.

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