Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“We covered our tracks, sure, but between the four of us, there are plenty of people who want our heads. And now a trio of women show up right before we get snowed in? That doesn’t strike you as odd?”
I arrange a sandwich for Clover, making sure to only pick the best slices of ham and the thickest piece of cheese. “It wasn’t a setup. It was Leonard being his furry-ass self, as usual.”
“He’s always a jerk.” I roll my eyes and go back to my sandwich.
Tiernan snorts. “I was looking forward to roasting that bird.”
“Later.” I cut Clover’s sandwich across diagonally. “I’ll get a turkey once the storm is over.”
Tiernan watches as I arrange the sandwich on a plate, then turn it so it looks better. Tiernan arches a brow.
“What?” I gripe, then grab some Cheetos from the pantry.
Tiernan grins. “Making a sandwich for a girl you just met. This is already getting serious.”
He’s right. It is. I’d taken that innocent little thing back to my room and made a meal out of her. What’s worse, I want to do it again. I want to lick and suck on her tender flesh, gorge myself on her and then bury myself balls deep. But I can’t. She’s too good for a man like me. Too damn pure. I could tell it when I was fingering her tight slit—she’s a virgin.
“That look was pretty dark. What’s going on, man?” Tiernan finally cuts the shit and leans onto the granite island, his gaze on me. “Is this girl … special?”
I nod.
He whistles.
“I know. It’s crazy, and if I didn’t know better, I’d think it was a setup, too. A woman like Clover just dropping into my lap? Seems impossible. But it isn’t.” I think back to that shadow I saw on the ridge. “But you’re right on some level.”
“How’s that?” He reaches for a Cheeto, and I slap his hand away.
“When I was hiking down to the wreck, I saw a shadow up on the ridge opposite me. At first, I thought it was Leonard, but now …” I tap my fingers on the counter. “Now I think there might be more to it.”
“One of our enemies?” He sighs.
I flip the coffeemaker on and set it to brew. “Could be. Not sure yet. But keep an eye open, all right? I don’t want any surprises.”
“You’ve already gotten the biggest one of your life.” He jerks his chin toward the sandwich.
He’s right about that. I never saw Clover coming, but from the moment I glimpsed her, I can’t seem to think of anything else. I want to know every single thing about her, and I’m aiming to start now. When will it end? I hope the answer to that question is ‘never.’
Smitten. I chuckle to myself.
“Get going. She’s waiting. And I want to see how all this plays out.” He grins, then turns to leave. “I’ll check all the cameras and do a stroll around the lodge.” He points to the window. “Weather’s perfect for a stroll.”
I look, but I don’t see a thing. Complete white-out. Snow, snow, and more snow. If my gut is right—and I always trust it—there was someone out there. But I don’t see how they could survive this onslaught. Not unless they came prepared.
Despite that niggling feeling, I grab up the plate and some bottles of water from the fridge before returning to my section of the lodge.
“Hi.” Clover is wrapped in a warm blanket as she sits in my favorite leather chair and watches the snow cover the last visible branches of the fur tree just outside.
“Here.” I hand her the plate.
Her eyes widen. “That looks so good.”
“Ham and swiss. And here’s a water. And a coffee.” I set both drinks down on the little table next to her, then pull over a chair to sit beside her.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” She takes a bite of the sandwich, seemingly unable to stop herself, and when she moans, my cock presses against the seam of my pants.
“I’m good. I want to make sure you’re comfortable.” I scoot closer. “Warm enough?” I pull the blanket up higher, then when fabric opens a little, I see she’s still naked underneath. My cock goes off again like a fucking egg timer, and I have to take a deep breath just to concentrate.
“This place is wonderful.” She takes another bite, which pleases me to no end. “We’ve been traveling for so long, it feels amazing to just be somewhere, you know? Just to sit here.” She smiles and sips the coffee. “And eat and drink and not worry about logistics, and set lists, and crowd control, and the million little things my life has turned into over the past few years.” She catches my gaze again. “Sorry, I’m rambling.”
“Don’t stop. I want to know you, Clover. All of you. A last name might be nice, too.”