Page 63 of Major Love

And he can sense exactly what I’m thinking because he pulls me closer, his eyes on mine.

“I’m gonna stand right here while you do the reverse, and then you’ll follow behind me on the drive back to Casey’s.” He thinks for a moment and adds, “Unless you want me to do the reverse. And you can take my truck if you prefer.”

I fight back a smile at the realisation that he’s offering me to use his truck after very clearly just crashing my brother’s.

I press a mitten against his solid abdomen and say, “That’s really kind, but I’ll be okay. And you definitely do not have to drive with me to Casey’s.”

“Sweetheart, that wasn’t a question. I’m driving with you back to Casey’s.”

Then he gives my hip a protective squeeze, and takes my hand as we walk back to Casey’s truck.

He waits for me to buckle in before stepping back and closing my door.

And I can’t help but notice that there’s now a satellite phone resting on the passenger seat.

My eyes flash to his and he watches me impassively as I hold it up to him, silently asking if he’d dropped his sat-phone there accidentally.

He simply points one of those big fingers at me, silently replyingthat’s for you.

My jaw drops open.He’s giving me his satellite phone?

It would be stupid to roll down a window when I spent so long getting the truck warm with heat so I shout loudly through the windshield, “You can’t give me this!Youneed it!”

He spreads his big boots farther apart and crosses his arms over his chest.

I almost roll my eyes out of my head, whisperingwhatever, fine,as I drop it back onto my passenger seat.

His cheekbone tics with satisfaction, a lazy smile tugging at his mouth.

I breathe out a laugh and kick the car to life, reversing carefully as he keeps pace beside my door.

When I make it back onto the road, the snowfall is mixing in with sheets of hail, and Jason gives me a palm-up gesture to wait there before running steadily back to his truck and ducking into the driver’s seat.

He spins the truck in a smooth U-turn before crooking his palm at me through the back windshield, a silent signal for me to follow him.

And because I trust him, I follow.

He drives more slowly than he usually would, given the ice that’s accumulating on the blacktop, and I stay a safe distance behind him, my hands still a little shaky as we finally make our way through the snow-covered town square.

By the time that we’re at Casey’s cabin, the entire day finally catches up to me, and I can’t pull to a stop on the driveway fast enough before throwing myself out into the still-falling snow.

Jason pulls up on the curb behind me and he’s up the drive before I even close the truck’s door, and he tugs me firmly into his arms, hauling me against his chest as my tears begin to fall.

I’ve always been a silent crier and it’s as if his body remembers that, too. I cried in his arms once before and, even when we were just kids, he knew how to handle it.

He holds me firmly against his chest, one palm enveloping my waist as he lifts me up from the snow.

“You need to dry off,” he murmurs quietly, walking us up the driveway and then setting me down on the porch. His large hands slide around the top of my jeans, eyes on mine as he caresses my hips.

His jaw tenses, his pupils dilating, his shoulders rising rapidly as he towers over me.

And warmth spreads through my chest as butterflies flutter in my stomach, my breathing shallow as I fumble in my pocket for my keys.

“Yeah,” I rasp, turning around so that I can open the door.

Jason’s hands slip from my jeans but I can feel his warmth as he stands behind me, a hot ache in my belly telling me that his burning gaze is on my body.

I can almost feel it as I shift my thighs, the weight of his eyes on me as I try to maintain my composure.

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