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He surprised himself by dropping a kiss on the top of her head. He wasn’t even sure why he did it. It just felt…right.
Not like he was making a move or anything, but the woman clearly needed comfort. And so for a long while, Eric just focused on keeping her warm and safe in his arms.
When she fell silent, her face buried against his chest, he lifted the flashlight again to get a better look at Rose’s grave.
“Huh.”
His grunt got no response from Willow.
“That’s interesting,” he murmured. The date of her death was the same as Charlie’s.
But clearly he was talking to himself, because Willow didn’t so much as stir. He dipped his head, wanting to make sure she was still breathing, but then…
A soft, cute, freakin’ adorable little snore came from the woman curled up in his lap.
Eric laughed. She was fast asleep.
It took some effort, but he finally managed to get himself to his feet, with Willow tucked in his arms. She was small and light—easy to carry.
He made a note to tease her about being nearly as lightweight and portable as the Darth Vader trinket she’d left him.
He headed out of the cemetery, this time finding a low wall he could easily step over onto the sidewalk.
It wasn’t until he was nearly back at the bar that he realized…he had no idea what to do with her.
It wasn’t like he could drive up to the inn and dump her on the doorstep. And if he knocked…
He winced just thinking about all the accusations that would be hurled in his direction.
He paused to look down at her in the moonlight. With her head tipped back slightly, he had the perfect view of her delicate features, wayward curls, and upturned lips.
A huff of air escaped. Willow was on the verge of smiling even in her sleep.
But he could see the remnants of tears. She’d cried herself to sleep over dead strangers. And that…
He sighed, shifting her weight in his arms. That was somehow so incredibly Willow. So pure and kind and…lovely.
She was so freakin’ lovely, it made his chest ache.
It was time to admit that she’d gotten to him. She’d wiggled into his life and burrowed into his heart, and…
He still wasn’t entirely sure how it had happened.
But he cared about this woman. He cared about her, and…
He looked around the dark, empty street.
He had no idea what to do with her.
Chapter Thirty-Five
It’d been ages since Dallas had driven to the local ski lodge.
Since he spent most of his time in Bozeman, he typically just kept it local. He’d almost forgotten how much he loved this long, winding drive.
With the postcard-worthy overlooks and the sweeping expanse of trees, the trip to the mountain was perfect. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so content. So satisfied. Or…
He glanced to his left.
