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Anson:
I am now. But even if she wasn’t mine, you left a woman alone with no heat or hot water. She didn’t even have firewood! You’re going to suffer for this Caldwell. Enjoy your vacation.
He turned his phone on silent and set it aside.
Now, he could sleep.
Chapter Nineteen
Alice woke up with her throat burning and her nose clogged.
Christmas bells.
This was not what she needed right now. She glanced around, confused.
Where was she?
She reached around and felt something hard behind her.
What was that?
“Baby? You okay?”
Letting out a startled cry, she threw herself off the bed and landed on the floor with a groan.
“Alice!” a voice said with alarm.
Who was that? It wasn’t George.
Then a light came on and she blinked up in shock as a handsome, bearded face glanced down at her.
Anson.
Oh, thank God she wasn’t back with George.
“Anson,” she said hoarsely.
“What happened, baby? Did you have a bad dream?” he asked.
“I woke up and I didn’t know where I was.” She cleared her throat. “I need to go get a drink. I’m sorry I woke you. Go back to sleep.”
“Wait there.”
She watched in shock as he climbed out of bed. He was just wearing boxers and her mouth started to water despite how terrible she felt.
Seemed even a cold couldn’t stop her from getting turned on by him.
He clicked his fingers in front of her face. “My eyes are up here.”
What? Oh my God! Why was she staring at his . . . at his cock?
Alice knew she was bright red as she attempted to get onto her feet. He reached a hand down and she took it without thought. He helped lift her up.
Oh no. He shouldn’t be taking her weight like that. But he showed no sign of strain as he held her steady.
“Hey, you all right?” he asked as he placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head back.
“Just dying of embarrassment. Don’t mind me.”
