the door. Declan didn’t know what it said, but it had turned the little shack into an attraction for people.
“Open the door and let some fresh air in. You’re making my eyes water.”
Declan hid his smile when he stood, then balanced her weight in his arms and walked to the door. He wasn’t done holding her yet, but she was right—they needed some fresh air. Summer was in full swing and it was hot as hell outside, but the blast of outside air on their faces felt like a caress. He reached from beneath her legs to turn the doorknob, swinging the door wide.
She breathed in deep, pressing her breasts against his chest and making his dick wake up. It was bad enough he had dreams of her when he finally slept. He sure as hell didn’t need to have his staff poking her hip in broad daylight. Declan forced himself to focus on the clean breeze and not on the bundle in his arms. He breathed in and out steadily until his wayward body relaxed.
Foolish man.
He returned to the chair and sat down. Jo dozed on and off for the next hour. Then Declan closed his eyes, relaxed and content for the first time since he was a child. He didn’t mean to fall asleep, but he didn’t plan on many things that happened, whether he was ready or not.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Callahan?”
The voice was vaguely familiar, but Jo didn’t know who it was. She managed to crack one eye open to find a man standing over her. She frowned, trying to remember who he was.
“I’m sorry to bother you, Mrs. Callahan, but I’m to collect the week’s rent for the cabin.” The stranger had walked into the cabin, uninvited and unannounced apparently, and woke her up. The sun was behind him, turning him into a silhouette.
“Who are you?” She tried to wipe the sleep from her mind. Her hand landed on something warm and hard. Her eyes flew open, and she realized she still sat on Declan’s lap and he snored beneath her. What in the world was going on?
“Frank Drummond. I’m the medic who has been taking care of you.” The memory of the man was faint, but it was there.
“I believe Declan has been taking care of me, Mr. Drummond. What is it you want?” She stopped and stared at the man, realizing he had called her Mrs. Callahan. Twice. Something she’d have to clarify with the sleeping Mr . Callahan immediately. A memory tickled at the back of her mind, but she couldn’t latch onto it.
“The rent. It’s Monday, which means it’s due for this week.” Mr. Drummond rocked back on his heels and waited.
Jo had no idea what the man was talking about and had only snatches of memories since she’d gotten sick. The cool breeze felt good on her face as she struggled into a sitting position. She tapped Declan’s cheek.
“Wake up.” He didn’t stir. She tapped him harder. “Wake up, Declan.”
Nothing.
“Heavy sleeper, hm?” Mr. Drummond seemed amused, but Jo was anything but.
“Declan!” she shouted into the big man’s ear.
He was on his feet in a second, her waist secured under his arm and with a knife miraculously gripped in his hand. Where had that weapon been? And how did a man that big move so fast?
“Let me down.” She pushed against his grip and he dropped her in a flash. She landed hard on her hip. “Ouch!”
Declan glanced around with a wild look on his face. His eyes widened when he spotted her on the floor. “Lass, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” He helped her to her feet. “I must’ve fallen asleep and I don’t—” He saw Mr. Drummond standing there.
“Callahan.” The other man inclined his head. “I came by for this week’s payment for the cabin. Your wife was gracious enough to wake you.”
Declan’s gaze snapped to her and he masked his expression, but she saw it nonetheless. He had some explaining to do. She had been in his care for three weeks and now people were calling her Mrs. Callahan. The idea of being married to him made her cheeks flush hotter than the fever.
She sat down in the chair, winded
“Open the door and let some fresh air in. You’re making my eyes water.”
Declan hid his smile when he stood, then balanced her weight in his arms and walked to the door. He wasn’t done holding her yet, but she was right—they needed some fresh air. Summer was in full swing and it was hot as hell outside, but the blast of outside air on their faces felt like a caress. He reached from beneath her legs to turn the doorknob, swinging the door wide.
She breathed in deep, pressing her breasts against his chest and making his dick wake up. It was bad enough he had dreams of her when he finally slept. He sure as hell didn’t need to have his staff poking her hip in broad daylight. Declan forced himself to focus on the clean breeze and not on the bundle in his arms. He breathed in and out steadily until his wayward body relaxed.
Foolish man.
He returned to the chair and sat down. Jo dozed on and off for the next hour. Then Declan closed his eyes, relaxed and content for the first time since he was a child. He didn’t mean to fall asleep, but he didn’t plan on many things that happened, whether he was ready or not.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Callahan?”
The voice was vaguely familiar, but Jo didn’t know who it was. She managed to crack one eye open to find a man standing over her. She frowned, trying to remember who he was.
“I’m sorry to bother you, Mrs. Callahan, but I’m to collect the week’s rent for the cabin.” The stranger had walked into the cabin, uninvited and unannounced apparently, and woke her up. The sun was behind him, turning him into a silhouette.
“Who are you?” She tried to wipe the sleep from her mind. Her hand landed on something warm and hard. Her eyes flew open, and she realized she still sat on Declan’s lap and he snored beneath her. What in the world was going on?
“Frank Drummond. I’m the medic who has been taking care of you.” The memory of the man was faint, but it was there.
“I believe Declan has been taking care of me, Mr. Drummond. What is it you want?” She stopped and stared at the man, realizing he had called her Mrs. Callahan. Twice. Something she’d have to clarify with the sleeping Mr . Callahan immediately. A memory tickled at the back of her mind, but she couldn’t latch onto it.
“The rent. It’s Monday, which means it’s due for this week.” Mr. Drummond rocked back on his heels and waited.
Jo had no idea what the man was talking about and had only snatches of memories since she’d gotten sick. The cool breeze felt good on her face as she struggled into a sitting position. She tapped Declan’s cheek.
“Wake up.” He didn’t stir. She tapped him harder. “Wake up, Declan.”
Nothing.
“Heavy sleeper, hm?” Mr. Drummond seemed amused, but Jo was anything but.
“Declan!” she shouted into the big man’s ear.
He was on his feet in a second, her waist secured under his arm and with a knife miraculously gripped in his hand. Where had that weapon been? And how did a man that big move so fast?
“Let me down.” She pushed against his grip and he dropped her in a flash. She landed hard on her hip. “Ouch!”
Declan glanced around with a wild look on his face. His eyes widened when he spotted her on the floor. “Lass, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” He helped her to her feet. “I must’ve fallen asleep and I don’t—” He saw Mr. Drummond standing there.
“Callahan.” The other man inclined his head. “I came by for this week’s payment for the cabin. Your wife was gracious enough to wake you.”
Declan’s gaze snapped to her and he masked his expression, but she saw it nonetheless. He had some explaining to do. She had been in his care for three weeks and now people were calling her Mrs. Callahan. The idea of being married to him made her cheeks flush hotter than the fever.
She sat down in the chair, winded
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