Page 5 of The Silent Mountain Man

He brings his hands to his hips, and lord almighty, the effortless masculine swagger he exudes makes my core clench.

Maybe the mountains aren't so bad after all?

"Where's your car?"

I point to the big pile of sludge behind me. "Somewhere in there."

"I see."

His eyes make their way back to me. He looks me up and down. Shamelessly. Not even trying to be discreet.

And I'm…not mad about it.

Which is crazy. I should be mad. Or at least slightly worried. Just because the guy is hot as fuck doesn't mean he can't hurt me. He's taller and bigger than me. I have no idea who he is. I don't even know his name. And we're out in the wilderness, miles away from civilization.

But the part of the brain that goes into self-preservation mode when you think you're about to die must be located next to the part of the brain responsible for extreme horniness, because instead of planning my next move for survival—which would be the smart thing to do—all I can think about is what it would be like to have this muscular mountain man touching me, kissing me,fuckingme senseless.

Yep. I haven't been laid in alooongtime. Guess it's starting to mess with my head. Both of them.

"Come on," the guy says, waving a hand and heading back to his truck.

"Um, excuse me. What?"

He turns around, a wry smile on his face. "You're coming back to my place."

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Harrick

"Like fuck I am. I'm not goinganywherewith you. I don't even know you."

"Got a better offer?"

"Well, no, but, but… You could be a serial killer."

"I'm not a serial killer."

"That'sexactlywhat a serial killer would say."

I bite back the smile brewing on my lips. He really doesn't have any other option, but I decide to go along with it. By the looks of things, he's lucky to have made it out of the mudslide alive. It's understandable he'd be a little on edge right now.

"My name is Harrick, and I'm twenty-eight years old. I live in Brackenridge, and I'm a…" My throat constricts. "I'm a military vet."

Man, I haven’t spoken this many words all month.

He folds his arms across his chest, his expression remaining suspicious.

"And why were you driving this way?"

"To get supplies."

"To murder people?"

"No. To eat."

"People?"

"Food."

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