Page 2 of Under the Moonlight

“Xander Thorson. And you are? If you can remember your name, that is. Your noggin must have taken quite a hit. You were out cold.”

It might take her a second, but hell yeah, she could remember her name. “It’s Greer. Kimble.”

“Greer.” The way he said it, as if he were tasting the sound of her name on his lips, made her shiver. “I like it.”

“Well, I’m glad because it is the only one I’ve got.”

He chuckled. “If you can be that sassy, I think you’re feeling better.”

“Sure, except for the evil gnomes tap dancing on my brain and every ache and pain throughout my entire being, I’m right as rain.”

His brow furrowed, and his blue eyes were so filled with concern, it warmed her all over.

Damn it! I have a boyfriend and I am sitting here lusting after another man.

“I’ll take you to the hospital. My home is just around this bend.”

“You live in Moonlight Ridge? I’ve never seen you before.” And boy, would she have remembered him.

“I’m just renting a place for the winter. Figured I’d do some snowboarding, drive into Sun Valley. Maybe meet up with a few people.”

Greer tried to remember if she’d seen him in any movies or TV shows. Anyone who rented a place here and had friends in Sun Valley had to be a celebrity of some kind. The only reason she could afford her home was because her parents had left it to her when they died.

“Actor, model, or billionaire?” she asked.

He laughed, throwing his whole head into it, and Greer’s gaze involuntarily traveled over the column of his neck. It was beautiful.

Who thinks necks are hot besides vampires?! I am such a creeper.

“I’m none of the above, actually. The house I am staying in belongs to a friend, who spends the winters in Arizona.”

“Oh, well, that’s cool. I live over on Crater Way.”

He grinned down at her, a sexy slant of his lips that did bad things to her nethers.

“That’s just one street over,” he said, his arms squeezing her tighter. “We’re practically neighbors.”

“Great. I’d make you a “welcome to the neighborhood” cake, but I’d burn it.”

“Not much of a cook?”

“Technically baker, but no, boiling water is a challenge for me.”

That smile of his was dangerous. “I’m actually pretty good at all of it. I’m no Iron Chef, but if you let me make you dinner sometime, I promise it will be edible.”

“I have a boyfriend,” she blurted.

Did he look disappointed or was she losing her mind?

The expression passed far too quickly for her to answer her own question and he was smiling again. “That’s okay. He can come too.”

Oh God, how embarrassing. She’d totally assumed he was flirting with her and he was probably just being nice.

“Sorry if that was a little abrupt. I shouldn’t have thought you were flirting—

“You should have because I was.” Her jaw dropped, and he met her gaze, his blue eyes a mix of heat and humor. “What, I come upon a beautiful woman in the woods in need of rescuing? Of course, I’m going to hit on her.”

His honesty couldn’t have surprised her more if he’d sprouted fangs and a tail.

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