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I’m mid-yawn when I lift my gaze from the ground and let out a sound that’s half scream, half choke.

Fifteen feet away from me, walking up the driveway, is Mr. Black. Carrying an honest to fucking god log on his shoulder.

He looks like a lumberjack.

Anangrylumberjack.

And, unfortunately, he looks even sexier than I remember.

Chapter 12

Sterling

My newest employeespins on her heel and rushes back to her cabin.

Torn between amusement and annoyance at her flight, I tell myself her jumpiness is a good thing. Means she’ll be gone soon, and I can go back to my usual routine.

A routine that doesn’t include a pretty girl dressed in sweatpants screaming at me before daybreak.

A routine where I wake up with the normal amount of morning wood. Not the raging hard-on I woke up to today, which I was required totake care of.

But even that release didn’t relax me because I felt more on edge after it than I did before.

Because my mind stayed stuck on thoughts ofher.

Wondering what it would feel like ifherfingers were wrapped around my dick.

Wondering what she would do if she could hear me through my open window.

My heavy breaths. My grunts as I neared the edge.

Wondering how bad it would really be to sleep with someone in my employ…

Which is how I ended up here—hauling logs to stock the pile I have behind my house for splitting.

It was too early to use the axe, which would have been a better exertion, but the cardio of carrying heavy things was doing the trick to blank out my mind.

Untilsheappeared.

Courtney doesn’t pause as she rushes up the steps to the Laundry Cabin, disappearing from sight with a snap of the door.

Good.

I turn my focus back to what I’m doing and continue walking, not at all thinking about how she looked.

How her eyes were still sleepy. Not quite open all the way. Those damn lashes lowered, blocking my view of her pretty irises before she realized I was there.

How she looked warm and adorable in that hoodie.

How her hair was a mess. Strands hanging loose around her face, her braids coming undone.

She looked the way she would look waking up after a long night of fucking.

I grip the front of my jeans and adjust the material.

She looked likeI need to keep my fucking distance.

Chapter 13

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