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Climbing up top just sounds like too much work.

I burrow under the bedding until I’m nearly hidden, then I pull the blankets up to my nose.

And with memories of Sterling’s warmth wrapped around me, I slip back into sleep.

Chapter 116

Sterling

It’s laterthan I intended. Already after dark. But I’m here.

My heart thuds loudly inside my chest as I pull my truck up to the front of my house and turn the engine off.

Fisher and the guests are spending tonight on the river again, but I told them I had to go help out the other campsite.

And I did. I drove over to where Glen and Simpson have a group of hikers. I helped them with dinner. I used the showers at their campground. And then I told them goodbye.

Because I’m spending tonight at Black Mountain Lodge.

I slam the truck door and stride across the gravel.

Only I’m not going to sleep until I bury myself inside Courtney.

Chapter 117

Courtney

I spitout the toothpaste and turn the faucet off.

I thought I heard something—like a vehicle—but when I listen now, there’s nothing but silence.

Stepping out of my little bathroom, I leave the light on and head to the bedroom, picking up my phone.

I’ve been debating all evening if I should text Sterling.

We haven’t before, except for him telling me to answer his call.

But now… It feels like I should.

Sterling sabotaged Fisher’s packing just so I could spend the night with him.

And that was, well, perhaps a bit much. But it’s also kind of sweet. In aserious Sterlingsort of way.

Squaring my shoulders, I type out a message and hit send.

Me: Have a good night, Mr. Black.

Only a few seconds go by before a reply comes in.

Boss: I plan to.

My brows lower.

I plan to.

What the fuck does that mean?

Then I hear the sound of the deadbolt unlocking.

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