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Unpack.
Eat.
Go to bed.
Wake up tomorrow in paradise. Alone. With just your laptop and a pot of coffee.
Oh God.
She couldn’t wait. She was so relieved to actually be here she nearly cried. Instead, she forced herself to grab her phone, turning on the flashlight. Opening the car door, she got out, shivering in the cold.
Wow. Maybe she should have brought some cooler weather clothes. Her jacket just didn’t seem to cut it in this weather.
Once the snow cleared she’d head back down the mountain to that cute town she’d driven through earlier and get some better clothing.
Alice started searching by the stairs for the rock.
Where the heck was it? There were no rocks here. She got down on her hands and knees, peering under the house to see if it had gotten kicked under there.
“What the fuck are you doing looking under my house?”
Alice screamed and jumped up.
Well, she tried to. Instead her foot slipped out from under her and she fell onto her back, right in the cold, damp snow.
Perfect.
Chapter Two
Anson Kane should probably feel bad for scaring the woman so badly that she’d fallen over.
He should probably offer to help her up.
A year ago, he would have.
But a lot of things had changed in the last year. So he simply leaned against a post and tried to ignore the pain shooting up his leg.
He’d heard the car pull up and park, but he’d figured that it was Joey, his brother. Or his best friend, Miles. Both of those assholes were always turning up.
No matter how much he tried to push them away.
They probably thought they had to check on him because of the snowstorm.
Like he was a fucking child who couldn’t take care of himself.
Or helpless, like the woman currently trying to stand.
She definitely wasn’t Joey or Miles. Shit. He shouldn’t have opened the door.
She brushed herself off with a groan. “Ouch. I thought snow would be a soft landing.”
Well, it would have been a harder landing without the snow.
But he didn’t say that. Instead, he ran his gaze over her car which was parked in front of the cabin.
“Still waiting on an answer,” he barked.
Was he being an asshole? Yep.
