Page 20 of Fearless Bond

The sound of a truck outside saved me from Calvin’s scrutiny.

He startled, spilling a few drops of coffee on the table. “What’s that?”

“It’s just a delivery. My wood.”

“Your… wood?”

“Yeah. Stay put. I’ll help them unload and be back in a minute.”

In the hall, I hopped into my boots and rushed outside.

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CALVIN

Hiswood?

The front door banged, and voices sounded outside. I crept to the kitchen window and peeked into the snow-covered yard. A large truck stood parked outside, its tires equipped with snow chains. The short, round driver was dressed in a thick winter coat and a furry hat. Barclay walked up casually, wearing only his faded T-shirt with a checkered flannel over it, and reached out to shake the man’s hand. Wasn’t he cold? Together, they opened the back of the truck.

The other guy lit a cigarette and pulled out his phone while Barclay began unloading the contents and carrying them into a large barn-like building adjacent to the chalet.

It was indeed wood—large chunks of it in various shapes. There were trunks with and without bark, stumps with roots sticking out, thick planks with holes in them, and crooked branches. Some were cracked or otherwise damaged. And Barclay carried all of it in his bare arms. How he could even liftsome of those pieces was beyond me. That man had the strength of a demigod.

The muscles on his arms… oh Lord. He barely broke a sweat. When he heaved a long, bark-covered log onto his shoulder, a whimper escaped me. I stared at his broad back, then at his round jean-clad ass.

I swallowed hard. My stomach was in flutters, and my underwear felt damp.

This was… unprecedented.

Had I just gotten aroused watching a man unload a truck?

Snickering, I covered my mouth with my hand. The niggle of embarrassment wasn’t enough to make me look away. I enjoyed the show until the end, when Barclay pushed the heavy doors to the barn closed, his boots digging into the snow.

I’d never seen anything morealphain my life. I was hard and wet.

When Barclay came up to say goodbye to the driver, I spun around and rushed to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face.

Inappropriate erection under control, I returned to the kitchen.

Barclay was washing his hands in the sink… huge, strong, capable hands with thick, long fingers…

Oh my.

What was wrong with me?

“Sorry about that. I forgot the delivery was supposed to come today.”

“You’re going to chop that up for firewood?” I said hopefully. Visuals of Barclay chopping wood,shirtless, flooded my head. Based on what peeked out from under the T-shirt, he had plenty of dark chest hair. Those big pecs covered with soft fur must feel like heaven to cozy up to.

“What? No!” His outraged tone made me look up. Did he catch me drooling over his body? He was frowning at me.

Except now I found even his scowling hot.

Suddenly I found everything about him hot.

What the hell was happening?

Who was this new me?

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