Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
He rolls his lips as if trying to hide a smile. "Got it."
We arrive at the top of the hill and a log cabin comes into view through the pouring rain. It's lit up from the headlights. The house is made completely of timber. It's small, with a veranda wrapping around the entire outside. I can see smoke coming out of a double chimney on the roof.
"This is it," he says as he climbs out of the truck and slams the door shut behind him.
He comes around to my side and opens the door. Without asking for permission, he lifts me out of the car like a bride. The rain begins to hit my face hard once more. "I can walk, I'm fine."
"Be quiet, Haley."
"Holly," I snap.
He breaks into a broad smile. "Whatever the fuck your name is, shut up woman."
My mouth falls open in horror and he carries me to the front stairs and under the cover of the front roof. He puts me down and I step back from him, surprised that anyone is that strong. He opens the front door. "It’s a bit of a mess, I wasn’t expecting company," he says.
I peer in, it's all timber and what looks like to be one big room. I can see a small kitchen and living room with two couches. A dog lies sprawled out asleep on a rug in front of an open fire. I glance back to him just to see him take his raincoat off and hang it on a hook next to the door. He's tall, huge actually. He must be 6 ft 4, and for the first time, I see his face. Dark brown hair that has a bit of a curl to it, a chiseled jaw, with big brown eyes. He's handsome, in a caveman kind of way. Ha, who knew?
"You just going to stand there dripping wet?" he asks as he begins to undo his flannel shirt.
Damn it, in all the commotion, I didn’t grab my suitcase. Now what am I supposed to change into? My face falls in horror as I remember more of my misdemeanors. Oh shit, my laptop is still in the car. Ugh, this is the day from hell.
"You're dripping everywhere," he says as he peels his shirt off over his shoulders and hangs it on the hook.
"Well," I go to answer him as my eyes drop down to his large broad chest and his muscular physique. Looks like something you would see at a strip show.
Well, fuck.
He kicks his boots off and undoes the button on his jeans. He raises his eyebrow as if waiting for an intelligent reply.
Um… I got nothing.
He slides the zipper down on his jeans. "Don’t just take your clothes off in front of me," I scoff.
He rolls his eyes and slides his wet jeans down his legs. He's wearing blue boxer shorts underneath and I snap my gaze away immediately. Okay, this is getting into weird territory. Hot Alaskan mountain man territory.
"In all the commotion, I left my suitcase in the car," I say.
"Oh," he frowns and looks out into the rain as if contemplating going back and getting it.
"It's too wet and dangerous out there." I say. "Would you…"
He nods, and the wet dark brown curls in his hair bounce from side to side.
He really is quite…
"Would I what?" he asks.
Oh…that’s right, I was talking, focus. "Would it be possible to borrow something to wear?" I ask timidly. "I'll pay for laundry or replace it with something new," I shrug. Poor bastard, I ask him to rescue me, give me a bed for the night and now supply me with clothing and food.
"Sure." Without hesitation, he marches into the house and I stand at the door and peer in after him. He goes into the bedroom and closes the door. What's he doing? I frown… do I follow him, or is he coming back?
I look back out into the rain as it comes pouring down. It's like a mini cyclone or something.
I see something in the darkness coming up toward the front steps and I squint my eyes to try and see what it is. It's black and mangy and it begins to come up the front steps toward me.
A wolf.
A wolf.
A fucking wolf.
"Ahhh," I scream as I hobble into the house. Oww, my ankle hurts.
How did I forget?
Before I can close the door, the wolf runs in behind me and jumps up and grabs me with his front legs. "Ahhh," I cry as it corners me in the kitchen. "Help!"
The wolf jumps up and goes up onto its back legs and I cover my face with my hands. "No," I scream. "Oh my God, there's a wolf in the house. We're all going to die."
"Rex," I hear Jack’s deep voice bark out.