his sight.
“I thought…” I broke off. No way on God’s green earth I’d tell Hunter I thought he’d forgotten me. “I-I thought you might be ready to go.”
He shook his head. “We’re not going anywhere.”
“What?”
He raised his chin toward the sky. “Looks like a storm front that was supposed to miss us shifted, and now we’re right in its path. We can’t take the bike down the mountain in this.”
As soon as his words registered, I shivered, suddenly noticing the air that tried to send frigid tendrils through all my layers. I raised my face and snowflakes landed on my cheeks. The air had gotten much colder even in the little while we were inside.
“Is there a truck or car or something we can borrow to get back to town?”
“Afraid not, babe,” he said. “I just called to see if anyone at the bar could come get us. That’s how I found out about the winter storm heading our way. It’s supposed to come down fast. I can’t ask anyone to drive up here through it, and I wouldn’t trust anyone to carry you safely back to town in this mess.”
Warmth seeped into my chest, and I pressed the pad of my thumb to my lips to hide my smile. He was worried about me. Exhilaration bubbled up from somewhere deep inside.
It didn’t take long for reality to trickle back in, but it didn’t dampen my joy. We were stuck here for the foreseeable future. I should probably be scared or worried or something. But I wasn’t. In fact, somewhere deep inside I raised my arms over my head and punched the air in victory. Outwardly, I managed to hang onto my composure by a thread.
I was about to be snowed in at a remote mountain cabin with hot guy biker Hunter Lawson. If I could get him to strip off his shirt at some point, I’d be living out about eighteen different fantasies I’d had about him over the years.
“Babe, go inside.”
Hunter’s sharp command brought me back to earth. Or at least close enough my toes were brushing it. I was almost afraid to let him out of my sight. He might vanish into thin air and I’d wake up to find out it was a dream just like all the others I’d had this week.
“Katelyn.” His tone was even sharper now, with more than a hint of impatience. Nope, no way would I dream of him talking to me like that. This was really happening.
I grinned at him, knowing I must look like a lunatic. I couldn’t help it. But I did follow his order, turning on my heel and going back into the house.
Once inside, I headed right to the window to watch him. He steered his Harley around the side of the house and out of sight. When he hadn’t reappeared a minute or so later, I let the curtain fall back and took stock. Everything looked clean and neat, but I could make things a little more comfortable.
I pulled a sheet off a piece of furniture and found a comfy, brown overstuffed chair. I neatly folded the sheet and dropped it on the wide pine coffee table in the center of the room before moving to the couch and tugging the next sheet off.
By the time Hunter burst inside, snow falling from his shoulders, I’d uncovered all the furniture in the living room. He moved forward and dumped a load of firewood into a brass tub near the fireplace.
“With the electric back on, the heat should come on soon, but I figured a fire couldn’t hurt to help it along,” he said.
“Good idea.” I worried my bottom lip between my teeth and watched as he shrugged out of his heavy jacket and threw it over the back of the couch. Muscles bunched under his shirt as he bent to get the fire going. My mouth went dry as visions of us cuddled up together by the fire played in my mind. Only in my imagination, his shirt was gone and I had free rein to run my hands over those muscles.
He glanced back over his shoulder. “Do you mind checking out the kitchen? My buddy left this morning and he usually stocks up while he’s here. Maybe there’s still some food in there.”
I stared at him a second longer before shaking off
“I thought…” I broke off. No way on God’s green earth I’d tell Hunter I thought he’d forgotten me. “I-I thought you might be ready to go.”
He shook his head. “We’re not going anywhere.”
“What?”
He raised his chin toward the sky. “Looks like a storm front that was supposed to miss us shifted, and now we’re right in its path. We can’t take the bike down the mountain in this.”
As soon as his words registered, I shivered, suddenly noticing the air that tried to send frigid tendrils through all my layers. I raised my face and snowflakes landed on my cheeks. The air had gotten much colder even in the little while we were inside.
“Is there a truck or car or something we can borrow to get back to town?”
“Afraid not, babe,” he said. “I just called to see if anyone at the bar could come get us. That’s how I found out about the winter storm heading our way. It’s supposed to come down fast. I can’t ask anyone to drive up here through it, and I wouldn’t trust anyone to carry you safely back to town in this mess.”
Warmth seeped into my chest, and I pressed the pad of my thumb to my lips to hide my smile. He was worried about me. Exhilaration bubbled up from somewhere deep inside.
It didn’t take long for reality to trickle back in, but it didn’t dampen my joy. We were stuck here for the foreseeable future. I should probably be scared or worried or something. But I wasn’t. In fact, somewhere deep inside I raised my arms over my head and punched the air in victory. Outwardly, I managed to hang onto my composure by a thread.
I was about to be snowed in at a remote mountain cabin with hot guy biker Hunter Lawson. If I could get him to strip off his shirt at some point, I’d be living out about eighteen different fantasies I’d had about him over the years.
“Babe, go inside.”
Hunter’s sharp command brought me back to earth. Or at least close enough my toes were brushing it. I was almost afraid to let him out of my sight. He might vanish into thin air and I’d wake up to find out it was a dream just like all the others I’d had this week.
“Katelyn.” His tone was even sharper now, with more than a hint of impatience. Nope, no way would I dream of him talking to me like that. This was really happening.
I grinned at him, knowing I must look like a lunatic. I couldn’t help it. But I did follow his order, turning on my heel and going back into the house.
Once inside, I headed right to the window to watch him. He steered his Harley around the side of the house and out of sight. When he hadn’t reappeared a minute or so later, I let the curtain fall back and took stock. Everything looked clean and neat, but I could make things a little more comfortable.
I pulled a sheet off a piece of furniture and found a comfy, brown overstuffed chair. I neatly folded the sheet and dropped it on the wide pine coffee table in the center of the room before moving to the couch and tugging the next sheet off.
By the time Hunter burst inside, snow falling from his shoulders, I’d uncovered all the furniture in the living room. He moved forward and dumped a load of firewood into a brass tub near the fireplace.
“With the electric back on, the heat should come on soon, but I figured a fire couldn’t hurt to help it along,” he said.
“Good idea.” I worried my bottom lip between my teeth and watched as he shrugged out of his heavy jacket and threw it over the back of the couch. Muscles bunched under his shirt as he bent to get the fire going. My mouth went dry as visions of us cuddled up together by the fire played in my mind. Only in my imagination, his shirt was gone and I had free rein to run my hands over those muscles.
He glanced back over his shoulder. “Do you mind checking out the kitchen? My buddy left this morning and he usually stocks up while he’s here. Maybe there’s still some food in there.”
I stared at him a second longer before shaking off
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