“We should get some sleep.” My pulse won’t slow, so I turn away.
“Okay. Thank you for everything.”
This woman confuses me. At first she was so rude to me, but now she’s nice. Of course, she’s in danger, and I’m the one protecting her. I need to let it go and focus on the assignment. Despite the fact that I’m intrigued by her and touching her feels amazing, she’s my sister’s best friend.
She’s off limits. But with every spark of contact, that line gets harder to hold.
CHAPTER 11
Savvy
I’ve been staring at the ceiling for the last hour. Despite being exhausted, I can’t relax. The wind has been gusting, and every time I hear a twig snap, I worry it’s Bob coming for me. I turn to my side again, hoping to get comfortable.
“You all right over there?” Hunter asks.
“Fine.”
“You’ve been tossing and turning for the past hour.”
“I can’t shut off my mind.”
He sits up, and the blanket falls away from his chest. Why isn’t he wearing a shirt? It’s freezing in here. But at the same time, I can’t complain because this man is built. He looks good.
“I can show you something that will help you relax,” he says.
I laugh. “Wow, that sounds like a line.”
He laughs. “It does, but I promise it’s not.”
“You sure? Based on how your sister described you, it sounds like coming on to women is second nature to you.”
“Damn, one minute you’re nice, and then next you’re back to this.” He moves to the fireplace and tosses a piece of wood in. “You really don’t think much of me, do you?”
“What? No, I think you are nice for the most part.”
He turns. “For the most part. Admit it, you’ve had a chip on your shoulder when it comes to me from the moment we met. Why?”
He wonders why. I can’t be alone with him without it evolving into some kind of argument.
I sit up and wrap the blanket around my shoulders. “I don’t have a chip. Do you realize you are incredibly defensive around me? Anything I say, you take personally. It’s exhausting.”
Then I go to the bedroom and change into a T-shirt and jeans. I don’t want to be around him anymore.
When I return to the living room, he’s sitting on the couch with his face in his hands.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Leaving.” I’m out the door before he can stop me, but I don’t get too far.
On the road, there is a tree halfway down, and it has taken the electrical wires with it. My car is parked on the other side, and there is no way I can get to it safely.
Why didn’t I just park in the driveway? Because I worried about getting pinned in the driveway, and I wanted a fast getaway if necessary. Of course, I was thinking about Bob, not that Hunter would show up. Now I’m stuck here.
“Hey,” Hunter says as he walks up to me. He takes my hand in his. “Don’t go. It’s not safe.”
His words barely register because all I can focus on is the electricity shooting through my body at his touch. It startles me, and I jump back out of his grip.
“Sorry,” he says and then shoves his hands into his pockets.
